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It all just seems so funny
When you stop and think
About how life was going so well
And then it just goes to askew.

To think you called them friends
When deep down you always knew
The only reason they were there
Was just to be the Puppet-Master.

The saddest part you fool
Is that you were counting the days
Until that bind would be severed
And you‘d be back to square one again.

You thrived on it
You relied on it
And for what?
Nothing.

Nothing.
It was all for illustration right?
You just don’t learn
That it will just never be meant for you.

Some get it all
Hell, some even get half
But not you my friend
No, you don’t even get a fraction.

To hell with being cordial
It only got you so far
And damned if they even cared
You were just a one-way ticket to somewhere else.

You were useful in the time of need
Wanted in the time of rejection
But now what is there to show for it
Nothing.

Nothing.
Chalk it up as another loss my friend
That’s all it will ever be
For as long as you continue trying.

You make me sick with regret
And a feeling of disgust
When I realize what it was
That went so very wrong.

It wasn’t entirely your fault
You were just being you
For that I can not place on you blame
But it sure as hell is a good start.

Yea it hurts
You can’t lie.
But you’d rather bleed
Than let them see you cry.

Not only does it sting
But it grips a with tight and bony cold hand
That doesn’t seem to want to let go
And so far not even time can heal.

But the wound is too fresh now
And even though recounting
Is like adding a tablespoon of salt
You deserve it for the role you played.

One of a moron
One of a buffoon
One of a gullible small child
One of a desperate ego.

There’s no way you could have known
And yet you knew very well
Because here you stand trying to face me
But all you see is yourself.

Description
It all just seems so funny
When you stop and think
About how life was going so well
And then it just goes to askew.

To think you called them friends
When deep down you always knew
The only reason they were there
Was just to be the Puppet-Master.

The saddest part you fool
Is that you were counting the days
Until that bind would be severed
And you‘d be back to square one again.

You thrived on it
You relied on it
And for what?
Nothing.

Nothing.
It was all for illustration right?
You just don’t learn
That it will just never be meant for you.

Some get it all
Hell, some even get half
But not you my friend
No, you don’t even get a fraction.

To hell with being cordial
It only got you so far
And damned if they even cared
You were just a one-way ticket to somewhere else.

You were useful in the time of need
Wanted in the time of rejection
But now what is there to show for it
Nothing.

Nothing.
Chalk it up as another loss my friend
That’s all it will ever be
For as long as you continue trying.

You make me sick with regret
And a feeling of disgust
When I realize what it was
That went so very wrong.

It wasn’t entirely your fault
You were just being you
For that I can not place on you blame
But it sure as hell is a good start.

Yea it hurts
You can’t lie.
But you’d rather bleed
Than let them see you cry.

Not only does it sting
But it grips a with tight and bony cold hand
That doesn’t seem to want to let go
And so far not even time can heal.

But the wound is too fresh now
And even though recounting
Is like adding a tablespoon of salt
You deserve it for the role you played.

One of a moron
One of a buffoon
One of a gullible small child
One of a desperate ego.

There’s no way you could have known
And yet you knew very well
Because here you stand trying to face me
But all you see is yourself.