So consumed by an idea of what's pure. The lines of right and wrong begin to blur. Your white saviour complex runs right through you. You can't discard your privilege with a guise of false concern.
You're more concerned by how good you've felt. Don't throw your crumbs my way, you've acted too long to uphold this pose. I'll pull off your halo cause I've seen right though.
Pretender, you've said enough.
These noble ways, all part of your indulgent phase.
Careless, reckless. Too wrapped up in your own world.
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