It was beautiful
What we had
I know you thought that,
Then came your dishonesty
Your trickery
But you forgot one thing, that
I am a master of deception
I read you easily
Anticipated you
You forgot what I was before
Like I told you
I am a master of deception
You tried to pull it on me
Your cons were too obvious
I never fell for them, as
I am a master of deception
You couldn't play
My own games better than me.
I am not proud of my past
As I am no longer... a master of deception
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