The smallest of crimes,
For the smallest of times,
Are like the dirtiest dirt,
The grimiest grimes,
Everything I do wrong,
Singing the wrong song,
You’ll rid the good memories,
Of me in the throng,
Of bad and of worse,
It’s like a curse,
And all my humanity,
Goes now in reverse,
I am my own being,
That, you are overseeing,
I can make my own choices,
And that is freeing.
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