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Encrypted Mind of Skippy

Expressed love on what was paper thin,

Read between the lines and see subliminal messages buried within,

Is it a sin?

To remain unforgiven from actions done upon innocent victims,

Acts of violent rage unleashes the beast from the cage,

Next act on stage seems grimmer with all counting days,

Exist rear left... I gave all that was left,

I spoke my emotions upon the telephone that I tried to keep a secret,

Continue to leak it as I fail to keep it,

Keep me blind with all the incognito lies,

I spy something I once loved I now despise,

What goes around comes around,

You kicked me down and painted the sad clown,

So the crown is ripped from your painted frown,

I take my anger out on those I love the most,

But at most the love for you I made like a ghost,

Your words were a hoax as you playing me you continue to gloat,

So I guess I'll repair my boat so I can stay afloat,

Once hated my decision but you continue to open the scarred incision,

Your daggers hit with precision as I almost cause a head on collision,

No longer will I keep the strife... severe it with a knife,

Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?

Please be careful, ****ing with her is no good!!

****ing with the good girls is the same as the misunderstood,

Stood head over heals for what I thought to be pristine,

Until the fog cleared and I saw what was unclean,

The feeling stabbing at my spleen,

But everyday is game day... paint on a face that make me seem gay,

Listen to what you have to say as it all seems to drift away,

Play how you want to play... it'll come back on you one day,

Exaggerate what  you seem to dissipate,

You claim it's fate but never face to face,

Line the love in chalk as I continue with head down... walk,

I'm not at fault so quit pointing your fingers in my face looking all distraught,

How could he say what he said?

I bled long enough and always misread,

Good at reading an individual until the person shades the lens,

So my pen seems worn and my heart seems torn,

But I need to scorn that I'm perfectly happy without you,

I fought for you and I now realize I shouldn't have had too,

I got my good girl who deserves the best in the world,

So I leave you in my past and wish the best,

But also hope you end in hell... cursed upon all of your un-casted spells,

For all the victims that fell to a deceiving *****,

Don't let them in and just tell them to... get ****ed and call it the end.

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