Rome Will Never Be The Same

by Mikhaela Gabiola



Right here, right now. I can see Julius straight at me.
What will I do?
Knife at hand, here's my cue,
Casca kneeled and Cinna too.
I know not my fate.

My heart's full of love and betrayal.
Picked my choice for the good of my sweet Rome.
Repeated stabs, there's a thought full of regret.
Antony's here and what should I tell him.

My head is full of confusion.
My home will never be the same.
My friends may cheer but I still choose to not.
My eyes can see the future now,
The republic's crumbling, who will reign?
My friends may cheer but I still choose to not.
My thoughts have been the ruler of my life.

However false, however true,
But say that you hear my case.
Share your thoughts, with me.
You can rejoice, or you can mourn,
But killing him was not the worst thing.
In the eyes of his friend, I also truly loved him too.
I killed him for our Rome.

My head is full of confusion.
My home will never be the same.
My friends may cheer but I still choose to never cheer, to never cheer...
My eyes can see the future now,
The republic's crumbling, who will reign?
My friends may cheer but I still choose to not.
My thoughts have been the ruler of my life --
Rome will never be the same.