Covered in the putrid smell of your sin
And I one of your victims
Had I known
who you really were
Of course; it wouldn't have happened
But it did and now I'm gagging
At the mention of your name
I taste the vomit
rising up from the pit of my stomach
You make me sick
The worst kind of evil
Are the men you cant see through
I should have known better
But acting was your craft so you were clever
Well you got me
Now I'll spend the rest of these
days ahead
Trying to lie in the bed I made
You are by far my biggest mistake.
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