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


I gave you my heart,
I gave you my soul,
You ripped them in half
Because yours were cold.


I have figured out now
What I should have then.
You wanted a loser
So you could win.


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


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