Mirror the monste
You had me going so crazy for just a second, while I kept so much bottled up inside, I should of just stopped caring through the first big bull shit fight. The monster you had me becoming was never the true me.
While I had mirrored you, seeing how you didn't like what you saw did you? Since I put so much into the wrong person again.. Wait that's a joke since you couldn't even see the true me.
You wanted respect, love and trust. Yet you brought shit down among yourself. To weak to carry. Too shallow to love. The day I saw your true colors. Was the day I notice you didn't even deserve me.
Monster, a scared little child trying to act like a man. Running... Running from everything, yet putting up such a front. People will talk so highly of you but better watch your back.. Once that pretty face of yours holds no value...
You will be shown for what and who you truly are. You are no friend of mine. Just something that should of stayed three days in heaven. Instead adding on months of hell. Such a small time with a big price.
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