There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests. Murder now, the path of must we, just because the son has come. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me, and fall as well. I will find a center in you, I will chew it up and leave. I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.