It's you who makes me quiver
Or should I say....shiver.
It's you who makes me sliver
Behind all I can't deliver.

It's you who makes me fall
Sometimes even bawl.
It's you who makes me crawl
On my knees, against the wall.

It's you who's irate
Even when you're fake.
It's you who I hate
For feeding me lies off a silver plate.

It's me who will say when
Time and time again
That this is all over....
Finished......
The End.
 
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