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'' It's Yourself You Betray ''
Although you're my enemy you're a reluctant friend,
Will the pain you cause me never end,
At times you do drive me round the bend,
Yet you stay with me every day.
A companion I'd say is a statement too far,
My description of you would be akin to a scar,
Sometimes prominent and often bizarre,
You know no other way.
I always ask you why you picked on me,
You refuse to answer you never agree,
Maybe one day you will set me free,
Until then you will make me pay.
I have been informed you could well leave,
My terrible discomfort that would relieve,
I know for a fact I wouldn't grieve,
Problem is I do not have a say.
Your behaviour is sometimes bang out of order,
I'd have to say it's on cruelty you border,
You seem to gain pleasure from causing disorder,
It's a game you do love to play.
Sometimes you're good yet on others you're bad,
Your sole aim in life is to drive me mad,
You surely know you are making me sad,
Yet my fears you refuse to allay.
You're a living entity you must have a brain,
What you do in life is totally insane,
From hurting others why don't you refrain,
You enjoy treating me as your prey.
But I've kept a secret that you don't know,
As that last dice I'm about to throw,
I'll be taking you with me when I go,
It's me that's led you astray.
In essence you can't really do what you please,
Though you've finally brought me to my knees,
I can no longer live with my friend the disease,
By killing me,
' It's Yourself You Betray '
Will the pain you cause me never end,
At times you do drive me round the bend,
Yet you stay with me every day.
A companion I'd say is a statement too far,
My description of you would be akin to a scar,
Sometimes prominent and often bizarre,
You know no other way.
I always ask you why you picked on me,
You refuse to answer you never agree,
Maybe one day you will set me free,
Until then you will make me pay.
I have been informed you could well leave,
My terrible discomfort that would relieve,
I know for a fact I wouldn't grieve,
Problem is I do not have a say.
Your behaviour is sometimes bang out of order,
I'd have to say it's on cruelty you border,
You seem to gain pleasure from causing disorder,
It's a game you do love to play.
Sometimes you're good yet on others you're bad,
Your sole aim in life is to drive me mad,
You surely know you are making me sad,
Yet my fears you refuse to allay.
You're a living entity you must have a brain,
What you do in life is totally insane,
From hurting others why don't you refrain,
You enjoy treating me as your prey.
But I've kept a secret that you don't know,
As that last dice I'm about to throw,
I'll be taking you with me when I go,
It's me that's led you astray.
In essence you can't really do what you please,
Though you've finally brought me to my knees,
I can no longer live with my friend the disease,
By killing me,
' It's Yourself You Betray '
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`` It`s Yourself You Betray ``
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