Little did they know
That I had a mind of my own
Everything you've done and said
Will come back to bite you
By tomorrow you'll possibly be dead
Act like the devil and you'll meet him soon
Little did they realize
Of what I am capable of
All of those little lies
Have grown into a dead tree
And I'll torch it
As I watch all of the secrets
Vanish like lives
And then you'll die
Goodbye
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
Little did they know
That I had a mind of my own
Everything you've done and said
Will come back to bite you
By tomorrow you'll possibly be dead
Act like the devil and you'll meet him soon
Little did they realize
Of what I am capable of
All of those little lies
Have grown into a dead tree
And I'll torch it
As I watch all of the secrets
Vanish like lives
And then you'll die
Goodbye
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