night and day,
black and white,
you're a total oposite depending on who.
it's the good and bad,
wrong and right,
i don't know what i can do.
to coax you into my little plan would backfire on me,
because she has got you wrapped around her finger, you see.
the way you speak when you say my name,
i want you to keep me out of your mouth.
to listen to your voice is like listening to Osiris sing,
all you're doing is letting poison out.
Onan's seed in which he spilled is your life story.
everyone's perception of you is flawed,
you're name is going bad in a hurry.
you won't amount to anything more than i had ever hoped,
go back to where you came from, i'm tired of being prodded and poked.
the stinging of your touch on my arm makes me want to scream.
i dont know who you are anymore as funny as that seems.
double sided like all stories go,
there's one big high and the rest are all just lows.
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