If truth is beauty,
Beauty truth,
Then some must be ugly,
Those as decietful as you.

I gave you my heart,
I gave you my soul,
You ripped them in half
But your crap's gotten old.

I know now,
What I should have known then:
You just wanted a loser
So that you could win.

So I'm a loser,
But you haven't won,
I'll get you back,
You'll cry when it's done.

I'll love you forever,
But now I must do,
What needs to be done:
Make a loser of you.

Don't know if I'll win,
But I'm calling you out!
At least I have dignity,
All you do is pout.

I'll fight back,
I'll shoot the first shot,
I'll live happily,
And leave you to rot.

 
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