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Don’t lie.
I see more than you know.
You can’t keep your pants up,
your dick runs the show.
I’m disappointed.
I’m hurt.
I thought you were strong.
But you’re nothing so special.
About you, I was wrong.
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Bloody Mary…
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
how does your nose not grow?
It’s fabrications you tell,
plain deceit that you sell…
Truth always comes out,
don’t you know…
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Word on the street…
Why doe’s it matter what they say?
They only know the rumour’s.
A reputation bought and sold,
by gossiping consumers
They have no clue of who I am,
defamation is their game.
It shouldn’t matter what they say…
But it hurts, all the same.
Better late than never…
Hickory dickory dock
Your love was all a crock.
You’ve had your fun,
now we’re dusted and done.
Hickory dickory dock.
Huckory duckory dick.
You really are a prick.
I’ve dumped you for good,
like I long ago should.
Huckory, duckory dick.
Sorry…
What are you sorry for?
You say you “did nothing wrong”.
Yet, you’re sorry..?
Pulling myself together…
…And so begins a new day.
A day to hold my head high, and thus rescue my pride.
A day to busy my hands, in the hope that my thoughts will busy themselves too.
A day to surround myself with smoke, a coping mechanism.
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