You seem to tease me behind my back.
Makes me feel like it's all an act.
Tell me really what are your motives?
Cause sometimes I feel,
Like it wasn't enough for you
To play with my heart.
You'd like to take it and smash it to bits
To make me feel as if I did not exist.
Maybe that wouldn't have been that bad.
To not exist feels better than to be backstabbed.
That is even if you do get what I mean.
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