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My mind pours over your callous words
Cutting into my heart like champion swords
Why oh why do you need to act the *****
Up on your high pedestal like a wicked old witch?

Was it something I'd said, or something I'd done?
Oh no, you'll do this to everyone
To those you see as a threat to your position
This is second nature to you, your intuition

The misery is spread, the deed is done
For you, there's nothing left to be undone
You'll pretend that all is well, when you're living in hell
I hope someone will fell that nasty brittle shell

Here comes the silent treatment, the exclusionary tactics
I hope someone turns the tables on you when you're a geriatric 
When there's no one left for you to dish out your dirt
By your lonesome self you can reflect on a life of hurt

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