Filthy Blind Men

You lied, you cheated, filthy dog

And you expected me

To crawl right back, and love you still,

And yet you cannot see,

I don't want you for I see through

That sweet man you portray.

So now get out, just leave my house,

Oh and on the way

Take my gun and shoot yourself,

It will definetly make my day.

The End

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