Selfish player

You're always the victim 

All "poor woh is me"

Until you get caught 

Until you hurt me

 

What would happen

If the roles were reversed 

If you were stuck chasing 

And I was rehearsed

 

What would happen is

The same as it's now

I'd be shunned out

And you'd get the crowd 

 

It's always been you

It was never for me

Bee.Lover

VT

16 years old

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