It did not matter that he was a good person
It did not matter that he was kind, caring, and empathetic
His clumsy naivety, which I had once come to find charming, silly, and cute
Did not seem so innocent anymore

It did not matter that he was a good person
	for he enabled bad people
It did not matter that he was kind, caring, and empathetic 
	for he enabled those who were not
His clumsy naivety, which I had once come to find charming, silly, and cute
Had blinded him to their true nature

And he enabled them, even though he was nothing like them
And in the end he may as well have been just like them
	for the outcome would have been just the same
And once we’ve sifted through all those scattered ashes
And once we’ve picked up all those broken pieces

As far as history is concerned
There will be no distinction