You stalked like a crow;
I took the blow.
You made the joke;
I took the poke.
You blew it up;
hit me like a truck.
I tried to hide;
it felt like no-one was on my side.
You left a mark;
at times it made me feel dark.
I pulled through;
what’s left of you?
It took you time to realise;
I was beginning to rise.
I played the game;
left you with your shame.
Made my dream come true;
in time that flew.
Through all that pain;
not in vain.
I’m the winner, while you’re struggling for your dinner.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 8:07 AM UTC
You stalked like a crow;
I took the blow.
You made the joke;
I took the poke.
You blew it up;
hit me like a truck.
I tried to hide;
it felt like no-one was on my side.
You left a mark;
at times it made me feel dark.
I pulled through;
what’s left of you?
It took you time to realise;
I was beginning to rise.
I played the game;
left you with your shame.
Made my dream come true;
in time that flew.
Through all that pain;
not in vain.
I’m the winner, while you’re struggling for your dinner.
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