My Victim

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 00:11 -- cnmagee

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You're so insecure and can't take a joke

With emotions running all over the place

I never hesitate to prod and poke

Even as the familiar tears stream down your face

 

You can recall each cutting word I speak

Yet still I can't stop, I can't let you win

Soon all this teasing will reach its peak

and through all the torture you'll no longer force a grin

 

Much of the hurt, I cannot mend

Of your expectations, I have fallen short

It can't be easy to beg for a friend

Who knows how much longer you'll be a good sport

 

I want to build a relationship someday

You'll hate me if things continue this way

 

 

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