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The monster that you've made


  I can not pretend 

That I am OK

 Cause I'm about to transform 

 Into the monster you've made 

  I'm hurt now, can't you see?

 You've unleashed  the very hell in me  

Im bubbling up, fuelled with rage  

  Slowly becoming monster you've made

 OK you've had your fun 

 Threw your little parade

Till I became tired, sick of your sharades

Keep on laughing, have your fun now

 It wount be so funny when I lash out

 There is no turning back now, no way I can be saved 

I've already become the monster you've made

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katherinemccoy
<p>i feel you. your wording is perfect</p>

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