The end justifies the means
I had no choice
Sentiments often echoed by many
Survival for the fittest
As long as I hurt nobody
Sentiments echoed by many
As long I am the sacrifice
Scales are rarely truly balanced, even when they seem so
Today is gone as soon as it is here
There are days when it is just you
Behind closed doors
You’re put on a pedestal
Your conscience, your needs, your life
How far ahead do you look
When another seeks to devalue you?
Name your price:
Does your value fall only in the eyes of the current beholder?
What happens after you leave?
Can you live with yourself?
If you claim the end justifies the means?
What happens if the end means your end?
Name your price, keeping in mind, you have no price tag
And your value is beyond human weighing scales
Name your price
Knowing somebody else in your life, might be the one paying that price
Name your price:::::::;;;:::;:::;;: