A Re-indition of 'Sticks and Stones'
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But words will always hurt me.
The things you said. will be encrypted forever in my memory.
I'll brush it off. And pretend. To never give a care.
But there will be a deep sadness. A sadness you intended to bare.
Oh for you have lost. For I will not not. Show you what is true. And I will let you see. The big fat smile. On my face. Which is forever glued. Before I walk away. Let me just say. Between us two. In this game. You love to play. There's one to me. And none to you.
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