You're arrogent ways make you cold.
Inside and out, Freezing.
You're concided intentions make you hated.
Outside and in, Despised.
A spliting image, I'm said to take you're mold.
I've been the one let down, Broken.
You're proud for one to be like you.
I disagree, What a pleasent surprise?
You say you love me, How bold!
Treasuring you're every little possision.
Well shouldn't I be the most prised?
I've given up wanting to hear the most comfortable lies.
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