Look at you,
lieing there,
nothing to say,
what do I care,
you think it changes me,
it only makes me better,
better than you,
better than what you ever were,
you are dirt to me,
And I am too,
But what does it matter,
Because I got back at you.
I got tired of people.
Treating me like I was nothing,
something to laugh at,
Just barely a something,
or a thing for that matter,
You sit there,
feeling for yourself,
and nobody else,
When will you learn,
you can't beat me.
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