Tear out in time,
bring back the past,
I don't care if it rhymes,
your insults flew fast.
I will never forget your attitude,
or how you kept calling me a f****t,
or that boy at your lap--pure servitude,
to you he was your maggot.
He followed you around,
did your bidding,
I was trying to be friendly and sound--
too drunk, sharing secrets, unwilling.
Thinking back I don't believe you took me seriously,
the tone in your voice echoes furiously.
Why did I think you could be my friend,
let alone understand me?
Yet I kept going back and hitting your dead-end,
was it that easy to enchant me?
I can remember the taste of cigarette from your lips,
just like I remember your boy-toy pulling you closer by your hips.
Trying to claim what he thought belonged to him--
Silly boy.
It was the other way around--
for things weren't as they seemed.
But you both laughed in unison, at my expense--
even when things starting getting tense.
The Collective has met our share of Jezebels in this life,
one more dangerous than the other, always causing strife,
but I was just learning how to adapt that night,
in between switches of the hive.
You took something beautiful and destroyed it,
like your cigarette butt you took my image and stepped on it,
and so I will remember you forever,
that's a promise--
Hope you remember me, Jezebel,
and your nasty comments.
For one day, you'll feel as low as I did that night,
if karma hasn't found you yet,
maybe Crazy Jane will come back for a bite.
bring back the past,
I don't care if it rhymes,
your insults flew fast.
I will never forget your attitude,
or how you kept calling me a f****t,
or that boy at your lap--pure servitude,
to you he was your maggot.
He followed you around,
did your bidding,
I was trying to be friendly and sound--
too drunk, sharing secrets, unwilling.
Thinking back I don't believe you took me seriously,
the tone in your voice echoes furiously.
Why did I think you could be my friend,
let alone understand me?
Yet I kept going back and hitting your dead-end,
was it that easy to enchant me?
I can remember the taste of cigarette from your lips,
just like I remember your boy-toy pulling you closer by your hips.
Trying to claim what he thought belonged to him--
Silly boy.
It was the other way around--
for things weren't as they seemed.
But you both laughed in unison, at my expense--
even when things starting getting tense.
The Collective has met our share of Jezebels in this life,
one more dangerous than the other, always causing strife,
but I was just learning how to adapt that night,
in between switches of the hive.
You took something beautiful and destroyed it,
like your cigarette butt you took my image and stepped on it,
and so I will remember you forever,
that's a promise--
Hope you remember me, Jezebel,
and your nasty comments.
For one day, you'll feel as low as I did that night,
if karma hasn't found you yet,
maybe Crazy Jane will come back for a bite.
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