Don't act like you don't know what's coming next,
like you're surprised at the outcome,
that you weren't expecting these results.
You treated me like your this and that
I'll treat you like my no not ever.
You run through the streets,
marketing my name with yellow journalism,
like my life is a circus, a telemarketer's gimmick.
You might as well smile and put on your happy face,
what else are you gonna do?
You tell me I was your margin of error,
even though all the errors point back at you.
Yes dear, I'm aware,
that you wish I was gone.
However, I'm that shame around the corner
and you'll soon come chasing after.
I'm the Rubik's cube unsolvable,
I make up my arrogance with nice words
"Hey baby, how do you do?"
It's nice to see that you've stopped running,
I can tell you are out of breath,
relax and have a water break.
Are you thirsty yet?
I'm the shame around the corner,
you know me all too well.
I can be your best friend
or I can be that friend from hell.
It's your story that's unfolding
and only time will tell.
Still Cinderella, we know the truth.
About how you were the whore of your high school
and how your beauty got you places.
But remember dear fairytale, looks can kill,
and you're wearing a Colt revolver.
You're taking chances with all these second glances,
but I'm nobody's fool.
I think you should win the grand prize.
After all, this is about you.
I'm your shame around every corner,
and it seems like you're life is hell
Silver trophy winner
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