There was only one thing
That I knew was so strange
I repel from offense
And I might not change
My brother tries to help
But I'm only a burden
He doesn't care once
A true brother, I'm certain
If I cut with my sword
I feel a pang full of guilt
So I hide from behind
A wall that I built
My refuge is poisonous
And my weapons crawl
But they are my friends
They're spiders, that's all
One day, maybe soon
My weakness will go
I'll walk in his footsteps
Each print in a row
If I ever do change
Though I'll have to wait
I'll wait for the day
That I'll decide my fate
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