My Victim
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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