I feel great but you don’t like that at all
You aren’t happy until my eyes are red
You will do anything to make me fall
You gladly rip my self-esteem to shreds
You cram my ears with the dreadful of lies
You say you will be my friend and help me
Why? Because I’m pathetic in your eyes
The deception is all the more funny
The best is when true colours are revealed
And when all my hopes and dreams come out blank
My fate as a gullible prat is sealed
While you laugh all the way to the bank
So tell me, was it a worthwhile joke
To see a deceived and broken man choke?
7th June 2003
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