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Six days, couple hundred texts and several phone calls later We have established that ‘you’ve changed’ The amount of times I’ve heard that line And the little that it meant But somehow I'm becoming okay with it all I'm using you, and I think you know so let’s just carry on I never bow my head in the rain I am too proud to be defeated so easily I will not be fucked around by you But I suppose that a change your not going to work with Too used to calling the shots and not calling back You say you can’t handle me And contrary to your aim The only person in the shadows here is you This is your defect, your downfall I am not to blame for this flaw in your character I still don’t want to come to your party Because I'm not having sex with you on the floor of your room Partly because I have a bad back, And party because you make me feel sick You asked me what I want from you And to be honest I think I was just bored So I would call you And meet up with you I told you this at first But I think you thought you’d won me over And carefully grown some feelings or you But I could see through everything you ever said. Each syllable had an evil twin It became a game of chess I was tactics and careful not to incriminate myself I stayed on the white squares Because I don’t need to be tarred with that brush Like all the other girls you use and dispose of The arguments we had over that And it finally came to a head When I unleashed my arsenal on you And your Jericho crumbled Those Jerusalem bells were rung And your dream coat unravelled So now all I see is the golem that was revealed With its double bent spine and poor eyesight Mobile only on its high horse, with those pale hairy legs And I gag, and carry on. That’s how I like to think of you now |