Stricken with guilt, I cannot move.
I must tell what I saw so all can be smooth.
A dirty little secret between the boys,
It’s as if they were just playing with toys.
They trust to tell only one,
But that one told me so I’ll ruin their fun.
No more lying for you.
It’s time to do what you’re supposed to.
I will no longer feel bad,
And though they will be mad,
I must let loose,
And tell the truth.
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