Little fights become big issues.
Is it really worth the trouble?
Making it all up to play the victim.
Telling everyone your sweet little lies.
I'll be the bad guy in your story.
It's not worth the pain.
Keep spewing your sweet little lies.
They'll never get you anywhere.
They'll only get in your way.
In the end you'll fall.
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