Its too late now, words are spoken
I give you gratitude, as a token.
What I gave to you, is a piece of me,
I close my eyes, cannot look can’t see.
I move forward, no turning back,
Work for wealth, yet wealth I lack.
Spoken words I regret,
Being me, is a triple threat.
The world has seen the untouchable,
Now my words have become, combustable.
I cannot take it back, no refunds,
I am not my number one