Away with the hate, away with the lies,
All I can think of is saying goodbye,
Get your act together,
Or our cord I will tether.
Mature a bit, please.
Or you I’ll decieve,
Again and again,
Forget what could have been.
Annoying me to death with your fakeness,
How can you tell me what truth is?
You’re a liar and we all see,
The idiot and the fake that you could be.
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