You seem to think that I am dumb
And blinded by your charm
I know the lies that you have told
We're told with blended arm
That game you played, with my head
Is not your game no more
Now I decide what game we play
Guess what, my game's called war
You'll never win this game you see
My rules can not be broke
So read my words, you lying man
I really hope you choke
I've made a copy of my words
I've sent them to your mum
Now she will know her loving boy
Is nothing more than scum
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