I notice,
I blur your plans,
I don't care.
Don't you like my cold blood?
Honey, I never mean to play cold,
Hard to get,
I'm cold when I don't care anymore.
Sorry for leaving you freezing with molten lava inside.
I was a freak when I decided to have a trek to those people's hearts. False destination, Fake map. I let my sweat slips for some don't look for my core.
You shouldn't do much effort for the people who don't value the situations, the good words and actions. You have let the sweets get lost for sweeping somebody's dirt to eat. You followed the dirt and let the precious passed your way without taking You with.
Bees buzzing inside your head,
You hear the words you never tend to be spelt,
You hate my words, my resemblances and the things I write about you?
You are the one who started making me the one who you hate now.
A psychopath, blunt and sharp, cold and bleak, this what your potion revealed.
A drop left of my black ink on my paper and your future destroyed.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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