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Warning: I did not write this!

Credit goes to an anonymous person I met.

You tramp, you deceiver,

Murderer, heart-cleaver,

My love was a game,

It ended the same....

You pushed the start button,

You finished Stage One....

But you turned the game off,

In your sick, twisted fun.

Your hand on the gun,

You shot: I did run.....

What I have become,

Inhuman: then some....

You killed me, you changed me...

In your fake little games.

I was hook, line, and sinker,

Enthralled in your chains.....

But I'm over the pain,

I'm over the shame...

Your sweet little name,

Is part of my game....

I'll laugh out loud,

My head in the clouds,

My ambitions abound,

Your shot just a sound...

I've gotten over you....

You are a string, it's true....

You're spun around my finger....

This game from me to you.....

I can't believe, I finally see,

A face that is not family.....

A chance to bend you to my knee,

I feel no guilt, I feel no glee...

You can no longer make a plea,

Sweet revenge, so tender sweet,

I savor the moment, when we meet,

I'll feel so stained, I'll feel so neat..

Sweet revenge, you cannot cheat....

You killed me, you changed me...

In your fake little games.

I was hook, line, and sinker,

Enthralled in your chains.....

But I'm over the pain,

I'm over the shame...

Your sweet little name,

Is part of my game....

 

~Anon~

And that's what I really meant to say.