2018-12-07 - 4:56 p.m.
Don’ get me wrong
I let you do as you blab on
exposing more of you
You don’t know me,
but that’s okay
You only want to see
certain things that go your way
You think you’re all that
so damn proud to be bad
I think you’re raving mad
I’d rather hear a meowing cat
You don’t know my friends
You think I have none
when it’s the other way around
You’ve stepped on my turf
You really had the nerve
even when I kept quiet
you still caused a riot
You don’t know my real friends,
but I do
because they can see it too:
The ugliest truth about you.
R.
