Oh how they play victim, The way the decide what's to be called the truth. The ended it and yet their words speak no means to relay the truth. Cutting you down by spreading rumors. Losing jobs just to stay on course. They say they won't back stab you but for all they say they crossed two. Those two fingers held no vows only the feelings hatred for that cow! How she makes you feel, means nothing when she breaks your so called, precious deal.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Oh how they play victim, The way the decide what's to be called the truth. The ended it and yet their words speak no means to relay the truth. Cutting you down by spreading rumors. Losing jobs just to stay on course. They say they won't back stab you but for all they say they crossed two. Those two fingers held no vows only the feelings hatred for that cow! How she makes you feel, means nothing when she breaks your so called, precious deal.
Nobody should feel this way. So overcome the "deal" and become someone who vows to break from standards.
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