They say I'm afraid,
Thinking I don't realize the things being said.
They talk behind me,
Trying hard to defeat me.
Envy is a hard thing to swallow,
Leaving anyone empty and shallow.
In the end the envied is the winner,
Of the evious there is nothing left but a sinner.
I'll let them talk as long as they can,
It doesn't bother me as a man.
Time will tell who is left standing in the end,
When my hand to those who have dispised me I lend.
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