Metamorphosis Into a Snake
Fake it, at least, at least for me now
How we tangle in our own web now
Dangle into our lie spun web
This bed you made, now die to lie in.
Bye-bye, dreadful so fake friend of mine
This line is crossed, now you are lost
Tossed back, rejected, meaningless
At least that’s your worth in the world here.
Imitation of what was thought real.
Instead you can only steal, I feel
Committed only to you own self
Jealous rage ravages in your mind
But you will never find any time
I will never find a dime for you
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