If theres one thing I hate Its that still to this day I cant shake off all the fools Socalled friends play their games Weasel into my life Cos they have none of their own But this time youve crossed the line And you cant talk your way out I have plans for you my friend This bitter taste in my mouth Is something you must sample Why should this belong to me? Through these eyes I have seen it all No more lies, its your turn to fall Ill expose what you try to hide What I know wont stay locked inside If you want to push me one step further Lets get this out of the way Cos Im sick to death of this bullshit That you tell me every day Go back to the place you came from Im not someone who will take this Now your cover is blown No turning back, its way too late I have found you out All love lost, my hate remains Now I understand Youre a cunt who feeds off pain But it wont be mine Nothing left but to destroy you So alone Noone at your side End of games for you After all Youre without a friend in the world
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