payback
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you think you can play with my heart
boy i’m not a fucking harp.
you think u can treat me like shit
sexualize me just to submit.
i’m not a part of your little game,
your big charade
I keep thinking that someone needs to pay
What can i do to make that happen
I know i never will do a thing because of my nature
Yet the fact they never saw my true pain frustrates me to no end
I wish i punched you
This is what it feels like to be hurt.
To have the breath knocked out of you,
Whith a word or two you killed me
And as I sit here typing I realize
You broke me.
I realize you took from me.
Bee
Beep
Bop
Buttons and keys Pop
Sounds Don’t Stop
Like or Not
Walk little or Lot
The ears you got
Show the sounds don’t stop
Each tells another story
The laugh trickled inside me. A smirk crossed my face. Serves him right for acting the fool.
Now is the time his dues are paid.
As I gingerly slithered through the hall, He glanced at me from the right.
One, two, three
Step on me
four, five, six
Grab some sticks
seven, eight, nine
Now you're mine
ten, eleven, twelve
See you all in hell.
