I send my congratulations to you dear.
When I take off my armor you aim to strike.
Behind your sweet smile and words, you detest me.
The naysayers tells me that but I believe you.
You fool and let me drawn to that sweetness.
But you were a rotten fruit with your bitterness
You took away my special golden trophy.
Like a child who took away from its mother.
I'm so anguish from my loss to your unfair game
While you are enjoying the pleasures of your victory.
Well enjoy it while it last dear adversary,
Because I will take it back like you did without mercy.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
I send my congratulations to you dear.
When I take off my armor you aim to strike.
Behind your sweet smile and words, you detest me.
The naysayers tells me that but I believe you.
You fool and let me drawn to that sweetness.
But you were a rotten fruit with your bitterness
You took away my special golden trophy.
Like a child who took away from its mother.
I'm so anguish from my loss to your unfair game
While you are enjoying the pleasures of your victory.
Well enjoy it while it last dear adversary,
Because I will take it back like you did without mercy.
It can't just help to feel hatred towards the person who manipulated you. You are hypocrite if you deny that feeling
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