dig the knife deeper
i won’t cry,
the child that you see in your eyes
is only your reflection.

you’re laughing
but i suppose you don’t see
the blood running down my arm
is not mine.

what is this? realization?
i suppose you aren’t so ignorant after all
you scream in agony and terror
as your eyes widen

who has the last laugh now?
you grasp up for me to help you
but all i do is smirk
hey, i told you before, and i’ll tell you again

the laws of karma
what goes around, comes around
what goes up, must come down
that means you.

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you diss my friends...

you mess with me...

you mess with me...

you mess with my crew...

girl,

you’re dead.