You weave a web of shadows and deceit,
Thinking the world is lying at your feet.
You break a heart and walk away so cold,
As if the stories of the stars were never told.
You think you won by leaving scars behind,
With clever words and a restless, selfish mind.
But time is a river that flows in a ring,
And winter always follows every fleeting spring.
The seeds of pain you planted in the deep,
Will grow into the harvest that you'll have to reap.
The tears you caused will find their way back home,
Across the mountains and the ocean's foam.
For every lie that tasted sweet as wine,
A bitter debt is waiting further down the line.
You'll stand one day where they are standing now,
With a broken spirit and a clouded brow.
The clock doesn't forget, it only takes its breath,
To bring back the ghosts of every little death.
The world will turn and face you with the truth,
And take back the pride of your ruthless youth.