Your lying voice is quiet now,
it's my turn to speak.
Your transparent mask can’t hide you from me.
You're pathetic. You are weak.
You have no story to tell
because you're afraid to experience one.
A wonderful story comes your way,
but the excuses come, day after day.
Someone loves you, but that's not good enough,
there’s not enough drama, you’re not inspired.
But I see the truth,
the problem is you.
He loves me,
he loves me not,
You make me sick,
Shit or get off the pot.
In the dark of the night you'll disappear,
memories of you will fade faster than your tan in winter,
soon enough you won't exist,
they'll all be better because of it.
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