What’s with you is a knife and a dart
You planned to sliced or break my heart
You don’t know I can read what’s on your head
I play to you the game you deal with
You think I’m already dancing in your palm
You’re just waiting for a perfect time
But then your heart pressed the alarm
And you found out that the joke is for you not mine
You just want to let the girls know that you’re the one who ditch me
Saying you love me in front of them but the truth is it’s just a trip
You succeed to make them jealous lady
Yet your planned ain’t working and you’re too weak to avoid my whip
And I wanna ask you, who’s hurting now?
Say you can’t love me? Well, you broke your vow!
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