I have many bricks on my shoulders.
They come with me wherever I go and
sometimes we share secrets.
Another secret will come along and
then comes another brick, perched on my right shoulder.
Many more bricks will join when I
tell a lie or just not the whole truth.
My bricks become my friends when I do
things the devil smiles upon.
For these bricks on my shoulders are
starting to become heavy
and yet, I continue to keep them
close.
For these bricks on my shoulders are starting to become heavy and yet, I continue to keep them close.
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