[ double crossed (by a one-sided mind) ]

there once was a time that I knew you well
under constant survelence, under your spell but
now I just wish you would go to hell

anything that we had now has gone away
as you see I have got nothing left to say
to you, to feed all the games you play with my mind

I know it's hard to come to the realization
you're a jerk who doesn't listen to anyone
you're too busy wallowing in your "depression"

you let it get to you because otherwise
you'd get no sympathy for the tears in your eyes
I hope that this comes as a big suprise to you

why don't you just get away from me?
cause I don't wanna see your side

why don't you just stop pretending
that your world is ending
'cause you know that it's a lie.

[ early 98 ]

 

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