Amateur Saboteur
Best you had,
Now that’s sad.
Well I’m glad.
I’m no fad,
I’m ironclad.
You alright,
Not so bright.
Can’t you fight,
With this spite.
Where’s the might.
Times ago,
Now shadow.
Left me low,
In the snow,
You now owe.
I then die,
When I cry,
To the sky,
Up so high,
When you lie.
Why is she,
More than me?
You love thee,
I disagree.
Lone latchkey.
In this blur,
This you stir,
And occur.
Amateur,
Saboteur.
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