You must think it's funny pulling the wool over my eyes
Twisting and turning my words into lies
Flaming a fire that you created and cannot deny
A story that you've made up is your story line
A story that I am lying and cheating with another feline
Words that you speak you cannot define
Yet I'm stuck here in hell one more time
Judging and condemning me for your own lie
But your true Judge, Honey, looks down on you from the sky
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