Well, who do you think You are,
Breaking peoples hearts,
Leaving me to pick up the pieces.
Well who do You think you are?
Some say that you've change your ways, but do you think I'll believe that?
Nitwits I say those people who believe your lies,
Those that you've spun out of gold and ebony.
Love lost never found,
With you to blame.
Broken hearts,
Suicide wishes,
your fault.
So go and hide,
be ashamed,
Because now that your gone,
Everyone just an empty husk of what they were.
YOU LIER!
Cooly Cool, AKL
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