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So you call him 'Prince' I don't castigate you at all He treats you like royalty It's just the beginning, I know The inception of your relationship The honeymoon phase I presume You can't believe your luck You're in pure bliss I see Flowers, chocolates and sweet nothings It is surreal Enjoy it while it lasts Soon he will be tired of being Who he isn't The shoes will be too tight There won't be any more pretending By and by The animal will replace the gentleman Slowly but surely He will break you down with his insults He will beat you up with his fists One of these not-so fine days Love will turn to loathe Your palace will turn into a prison The Prince will turn to a Villain Jealousy you may say Prophet of Doom you may label me Forerunner is more appropriate Consider yourself FOREWARNED!
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
FOREWARNED!
So you call him 'Prince' I don't castigate you at all He treats you like royalty It's just the beginning, I know The inception of your relationship The honeymoon phase I presume You can't believe your luck You're in pure bliss I see Flowers, chocolates and sweet nothings It is surreal Enjoy it while it lasts Soon he will be tired of being Who he isn't The shoes will be too tight There won't be any more pretending By and by The animal will replace the gentleman Slowly but surely He will break you down with his insults He will beat you up with his fists One of these not-so fine days Love will turn to loathe Your palace will turn into a prison The Prince will turn to a Villain Jealousy you may say Prophet of Doom you may label me Forerunner is more appropriate Consider yourself FOREWARNED!
To the woman he's loving now
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
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