You know you're playing a dangerous game,

Your words have a perfect aim.

Your judgments are harsh, you hit my weakness.

Striking me down with your bitterness.


You think you're perfect but no one is.

Why do I even call you sis?

You're a stuck-up, hypocrite,

You can kiss this.

Go ahead, cuss me out.

Go ahead, scream and shout.

Go ahead, do your thing,

No one cares anyway.


You claim you're not, but you are.

What a snob! What a selfish heart!

Just sit on your throne and ignore the world.

Eyes trained on the prize, you're a cold girl.


You think you're perfect but no one is.

Why do I even call you sis?

You're a stuck-up, hypocrite,

You can kiss this.

Go ahead, cuss me out.

Go ahead, scream and shout.

Go ahead, do your thing,

No one cares anyway.


You never learned when not to speak.

You never learned how to be sweet.

Queen of Spades, I'll never win if I follow suit.

You're my sister but that point is moot.

Anything can be thicker than blood.

Let my sin be washed away in a flood.

While you find higher ground, and never turn around.


You're not perfect, surely you know this.

I don't think you think yourself my sis.

What a stuck-up hypocrite, you are.

You can kiss my ask

Questions and reply with lies.

It's all you can do, you're as fake as your cries.

You can cuss me out

You can scream and shout.

Go on and do that thing.

I don't care, anyway.