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You walked, my partner, and I let it be.
I wanted to reach out, to touch, to grasp, to hold onto you.
It’s a pity my pride got the better of me.
Perhaps it had been wishful thinking; I’d say you’d agree,
That of your most inner turmoil maybe I’d have had a clue.
You walked, my partner, and I let it be.
I laugh at myself, to think that I’d know to some degree
Of the things that haunted you and of the self-hatred that within you grew.
It’s a pity my pride got the better of me.
I had let myself think that you, of all people, would’ve made me a guarantee
To stay by my side in the corrupted world that our tale did spew.
You walked, my partner, and I let it be.
And while you grew ever so distant from my sight, that night, passing by that old tree,
I realized I never put so much as a dent into saving you, for that you left and I knew.
It’s a pity my pride got the better of me.
Of all the horrors we’d witnessed, from our boyhood days in the mafia, it wasn’t hard to see
That it took more a toll on you than I thought it ever did me – all that we’d been through.
You walked, my partner, and I let it be.
It’s a pity my pride got the better of me.