To others my lige,
is just a game,
to be played with by people,
and let them cause me pain,
my life is like,
a pack of cards,
you might be nice,
but you never try to hard,
you dont wana be seen with me,
the looser of the bunch,
i feel i could hit you,
but your not worth my punch,
they say keeps friends close,
but stay tight with your enemies,
you know this is true,
the bond - the chemistry,
my life maybe like a game,
but i will always be the winner,
coz i know your only jealous,
that i will always be much thinner!
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