You said you loved me,
You said you cared,
If you really did,
Why make me so scared,
I have no bruises,
Scars or marks,
But I have the memory,
It lingers in the dark,
I haven't seen you in many years,
I hear you've changed your name,
But I can see the monster from a mile away,
I'm tired of your little games.
Next time we meet,
I will be driven by pure rage,
You better be prepared my friend,
Soon cops will be watching you rot in a cage.
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