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You held the knife

You held the knife. All along I thought it was fine because you held the knife But apparently everything was wrong I was wrong Wrong about you and all that I thought you could be I thought I could trust you. But no. You held the knife facing me Waiting for your chance Holding the handle with all you might As it sits in my back It was always her Why couldn’t it be me? Am I that bad? Tell me Why am I always 2nd place? At least I made 2nd place with you…

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