I have a confession
You were right
All I ever wanted was
To see the hurt in your eyes
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As fake friends choose sides
I’m celebrating my goodbye
All along you were a victim to my lies
A victim to my heart of ice
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I studied the rules
Just so I could break them
You thought I was nice
Turns out I was faking
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Calculating, methodical
I used you for practice
Your heart was the target
I never missed the bull’s-eye
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Now the job’s done
I’m seared into your mind
The perfect nightmare
You can never un-love.
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Ashley Kirtman 