Stop bringing my name to the table I no longer sit at.
Especially when all you do is talk bad about me behind my back.
The past stays in the past.
Hate me all you want. Ruin my name. Allude and throw shade as much as you like.
I wonāt defend myself just to feed your bitterness and satisfy your anger.
I'm not stooping lowābut tell me, are you?
Go aheadākeep whispering my name like itās your lifeline.
You donāt realize it, but every time you mention me, youāre only proving how stuck you are.
Iāve moved on, gracefully. You? Youāre still choking on stories that have long expired.
I donāt need to scream or justify anything to people who already chose their side.
You want to act like the victim and villain at the same time? Fineāplay the role.
But remember, the real ones know the truth. I donāt wear masks.
You talk about "class" while parading your desperation like itās designer.
Trying to expose my flaws just to make yourself look cleaner? To make your conscience feel whiter?
Wow, impressive. But maybe try a little harder next time.
Your audience hasnāt even clapped yetāand youāre already fading. Outdated. Forgotten.
Whatās the matter? Running out of things to say?
Itās always the same broken record with you.
Keep digging into my past, keep trying to get under my skināgo on, really give it your best shot.
Because Iām done playing your game, but karma?
Karma will take care of you just fine.
You like to stick your nose in everyoneās business, huh?
Just like what you did to us.
āCuriosity kills the cat,ā they said.
But do you know what really kills that cat?
Itās not meāitās Godās vengeance.
And honey, that tea?
That tea is not mine to spill.
Toodles~ āš
