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Thorns


Did my back hurt your knife? 

Do you take pride in winning a fight of lies? 

Being the queen of delusion

Must be something worth killing for

Almost had me at your feet

Had me forget who I was

And now your name fits into

Every curse my loved ones cast

People who bring down others

Are already below them, alas! 

Your bullying showed me 

the weakness you tried to hide

You admit you're insecure of me

Why should I care to bend my knees

For your fucking convenience? What a shame, 

I tried to help still, against my own will,

But all you ever wanted was 

to cut me down to your length, 

Did she ever tell you the things that she did for me? 

Did you ever see how in love she was with your victim? 

After everything, I realise I don't owe you shit

Not for the songs, not for the photo,

I'll make ten more if I want to, tomorrow.

Worse will come your way in the future,

The curses you threw my way will ricochet

Karma is my friend, she has always been real

I'll sit back and watch as she fulfills the deal

Until then, farewell, my dear rivals-

I shall see you all down there in hell.

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