Who you try to be
And who you think you are.
I can't stand how people believe
The act you put on,
The lies you hand out.
You use their hearts,
and then toss them out.
Pleasure is all that you want,
All that you need.
And you don't deserve to have it.
This is why you never got it from me.
I hope you drown in misery.
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