It would be easy to take the low road,
Not to fight the heaviness in my heart,
The gravity of the situation.
It would be easy to name you Moriarty,
Get you a job with Luthor Industries,
Or as the Smoking Man's secretary,
Which is to say, change the story.
It would be easy to hold a grudge,
To hold everything against you,
Which is why I probably will.
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