You’ve found yourself a walking partner, and it isn’t me.
Parade around the neighborhood in hopes that all can see
Your healthy little lifestyle and your happy little lives
Guess I’m the only one who can see through your web of lies.
I guess you know I’m angry, because angry I should be
Feeling deeply cut and paralyzed by using me
I love you purely deeply wholly, and thought that you did too
But I guess that what you said was far from real and so untrue.
Bitter, angry, a little sad but happy all the same
That she’s your problem and not mine; I think you’ll go insane
But live your life of sick and twisted infidel(ish) lies
And know that I’m the only one who can see through your midnight eyes.
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