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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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Tobi Gentles
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