The Saint

I tried to prevent this.
How I wished that you were wrong
Bear with me a few more days.
You said you foresee things
This is for sure not a coincidence
This is not fate and it’s not luck.
Maybe it is just meant to be…
Give me a moment to wonder
Give me a moment to fall apart
Give me a reason to keep you
Give me a reason for an excuse
We breathe the same air, you know
We feed on the same thoughts
We drink from the same spring
And all this is not enough…
We hide from the surface
We want to be left alone
We’re searching for reasons
But answers do not exist
A crime is the thought itself
The implementation
Is only the consequence
Come face the things you did
Tell me where you’ve been
Tell me what you’ve seen
Tell me what you’ve heard
Tell me what you felt