Just as wild and just as true,
I’m every bit as dark as you.
I would not show it on my face,
But I’ve learned your secret, silent grace.
Your gait is sure as the day is fair
And filled with ling’ring subtle air,
But I won’t let it fool me so;
I know your mind, like mine, in woe
With thoughts that come without command
That unwillingly take your hand
And carry out forbidden deed
Before your conscience can take heed,
And suddenly you’re on the fence:
Shirk the blame or face the consequence,
And fleeting fear does seize your heart,
So you flee, a fiend, and try new starts.
I’ve seen this all behind your eyes,
Behind the cheers and vict’ry cries,
So I keep my darkness to myself
To stop rumors from cluttering my shelves,
For once again, you commit the crime
And swiftly flee this sight of mine,
But we’ll meet again, I know this true,
For I’m every bit as dark as you.