The Toll
By Molly McNemar

The rain chased me all the way home last night,
Now that I'm alone, I should be alright.
I just want to wash it all off of me,
and try to get back to the way I used to be.

It was just 2880 minutes of Champagne,
second after second, each one full of pain.
The chain always pulling, won't let me depart,
Was I supposed to listen to my muffled heart?

Well, I didn't, I chose to hear something else,
the devil? my body? my lust? not my true self.
So for three weeks, I cried and paced the floor,
didn't think my shoulders could carry much more.

So I took a little test, and now I pray everyday
in thanks for not taking my freedom away.
But I still feel the void of my lost innocence
and my heart carries the burden of my intense penance.

It was the wrong guy, wrong time, wrong place and state of mind.
I made a mistake, but myself I did find.
I didn't consider the cost of my soul
And forever my heart will pay the toll.

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