The Victim

It’s not your handsome face
It’s not your strong embrace
It’s not your charming ways

It’s not your tracts of land
It’s not your perfect hands
It’s not your firm demands

It’s not that I love you
It’s not that you love me
But that’s a pleasant surprise

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you, dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies.

 

It’s not the way you walk
It’s not the way you talk
It’s not the way you **ck 

It’s not the way you smile
And give a cute denial
When she begs to reconcile

It’s just the way she cries
When you look in my eyes
It makes her agonize

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you, dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies. 

 

She’ll have her life to live
And I will not forgive
And she will not forget

It’s not your fault darling,
It’s not your fight to win
I need her sweet regret

The one who I despise
will have to pay my price
And I will take her prize

You’re not the victim here
I’m going to love you dear
Until one of the three of us
Dies.

The End

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