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Deep were these wounds
But shallow was the cause
Valuing what had no value
Caring for the careless

Blaming poor judgement
For the abundance of tears
Unknowingly praising Judas
And being his loyal friend

Waking up one day
To put things in perspective
And seeing these "treasures"
For the garbage they truly are

Now is a new start
Rough as it may have begun
Now is a new day
Old blinding drama, I shun

None has been worth it
None will ever be
Quite cautious am I
For betrayal is a common disease