Remember, I Tell My Own Story


This battle I never meant to fight
You hunted me down
and I became your worthless prize.
Wait, wait, that only is
the story from your side.

You thought you worked me up
and me won over.
Sorry, Charming, every story has
more than one side.
I lay myself in your arms
but my heart, never.
You may think I lie
and that is your business.
Two minutes ago I wanted to cry
But perhaps that was also me acted.
You can never read what I think,
never could, never will.
This is the story from my side
and it is Me who tells.

You thought I was common
you were wrong.
You wanted me that way
and for a bit I did play along.
But what you never get is to
see Me think or hear me sing.
Remember, Charming,
look is the only thing you've got,
and soon enough this will all rot.
You are certain I'll be there for you.
Well FYI, I'm so not.

Ps. 'Cause the only thing I fancy much about you,
is that short-lived look
you got.

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