Tattered
your stories are becoming stale
you need to choose a new ship to sail
because im running from my spot on your sidelines
and im learning to read between the lines
your lies are becoming thick
there is no room for truth-you're sick!
you cause a pain for which there is no relief
you took my sensitivity and fled like a thief
don't call me a victim, cause that I will never be
i refuse to let you pull your scam on me
now im a tough chick, you must admit
it's not easy to be alone, here and just sit
i no longer have any regrets
who will come out on top? i'll start taking bets
round 1 is over, believe me now snitch?
who now feels like a salem's witch?
i really hope you learned your lesson and all
i'd sure hate to see you fall
never thought i'd be this strong
guess u did get me all wrong
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