Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
This one’s for the B Queen. Beware!
I’m about to take myself on to the psychologist, I need help to deal with this.
I’ve had enough of people like her; my head’s about to explode, no aspirin can fix this.
Supposedly I had this “friend”, Oh, she was the best!
I had her back safe, but she had mine to stab it instead.
She’ll make your heart melt with her sad tells, but her sympathy will later be your curse.
I still feel queasy, still feel so tense. How can she live with herself?
I wish there was something to numb the pain,
‘cause coming face to face with her makes it worse in a way hard to explain.
She used to be Miss Humility,
but all along her veins were pumping hypocrisy.
Behind her smile, she speaks hostility.
To stay on top, she drowns whoever’s beneath her feet.
Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, but before I go, let me just say;
this one’s for the one formerly known as Miss Humility, so beware for your own sake!
Written on January 19, 2013
Composition number: 439