I'm starting to feel the momentum
Impatiently awaiting your confession
For no good shall arise in succession
To my temper reaching its final remnant
Is a confrontation your hidden desire?
The only way to put out this fire?
Dragging yourself in this quagmire
Further provoking my building anger
It seems you only want the fame
Our bonding is just a petty game
I don't know whether to feel shame
Hurt inside, quietly maimed
How much more can I take?
Will you just continue to fake?
Don't think nothing is at stake
For now our links are starting to flake.
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