You messed with my mind,
You did me wrong,
How could you do this to me?
Your name's an old song,
Is it fun to taunt, till I no longer see?
Does it bring you joy,
To do this to me?
Again and again, thrown to the ground,
I shut in my words,
No longer made a sound,
I knew you would crash,
Knew you would fall,
You're in my position now,
I will watch you crawl.
How does it feel?
To no longer be queen?
I find it funny,
Though a little bit mean,
Do I feel bad?
For doing this to you?
Maybe a tad,
But from the start you were screwed,
I don't understand,
Why you thought you could win,
It's a hard land,
And you jumped right in,
You can make it look,
Like you're stronger than me,
I know it's a lie,
You will soon see.
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