On the perversity of the human race.

"I didn't hear you coming."
I ignored your feet on
The floor, pretending I
Couldn't hear.

"I don't mean to be rude."
I want to hurt
You, want to make you

"I never meant to say it."
I enjoyed the words on
My lips, as I cut you
To pieces.

"I'll always be your friend."
But I hate you, I want
To stab you in the back, my

"Everything'll be okay."
We're all going to be
Lost, forever and ever, we're
Going to die.

The End

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