Who do you think you are,
stealing my heart like that,
wringing it dry,
bleeding all my veins,
gutting me like you did!?
You feel so proud,
so smug,
like you’re the greatest.
Me too, believing in karma!
It may not be instant,
but sooner or later,
it’s going to get you.
So enjoy the basking,
you still have time,
before it gets dark.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
Who do you think you are,
stealing my heart like that,
wringing it dry,
bleeding all my veins,
gutting me like you did!?
You feel so proud,
so smug,
like you’re the greatest.
Me too, believing in karma!
It may not be instant,
but sooner or later,
it’s going to get you.
So enjoy the basking,
you still have time,
before it gets dark.
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