I’m surprised you still talk to me.
You know what I am; an evil man.
An evil man.
All the times I toked and choked what you put up.
The cost was too much.
All the grey lines I walked and fences I sat on.
Leaving their permanent indentation.
All the acquaintances left behind, never knew em as friends; and that’s just fine.
They never set their sights on what’s inside of me.
Not that I would ever let them see.
But still they know what I am; an evil man.
An evil man.
Tried to say au revoir; but it’s still there ticking like a clock.
The heart pumping blood through this mess of a self-perpetuated martyr.
And I’ll try to shake this sadness off; even if it means the death of me.
Just don’t let it drag you down.
If you go lookin’; I’ll be around.
I’ll show my face in places I don’t belong; invading spaces with my song.
Making them uncomfortable by remaining alive; for a long long time.
Yeah, that’s the plan, I know what I am; an evil man.
An evil man.
All the times I cornered her in the hall; no escape from my love.
Unreciprocated; but couldn’t let her run.
Though I’m only one; and there were a few.
All the times I shilled my truth.
All the hearts I broke in my youth.
Everything I stole; took it’s toll.
It was never my goal to feign recompense owed.
Would rather shoot for the future; never break the sutures.
But here I am shoulder bleeding; stuck like a ham.
We all know who I am; an evil man.
An evil man.
All the times I toked and choked what you put up.
The cost was too much.
All the grey lines I walked and fences I sat on.
Leaving their permanent indentation.
All the acquaintances left behind, never knew em as friends; and that’s just fine.
They never set their sights on what’s inside of me.
Not that I would ever let them see.
Not that I would ever let them see.
Not that side of me.
Not that I would ever let them see.
Not that I would ever let them see!
Not that side of me.
This evil man.
An evil man.
An evil man!
This evil man. –Michael Kabu Ament
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