That is so Cliche.

by Countess of Monte Cristo   Jul 24, 2008


They tell me she won.
By her sneaky dirty games.
They tell me she tasted victory.
But all she wants is fame.

They tell me her tears worked.
That everybody believed what she said.
They fell for her duplicity.
And the lies that she spread.

All those who stood by her.
Hated me a lot.
They are just as bad as her.
They came up with a plot.

What losers you all are.
To play your filth with me.
Angels and saints infront of everybody.
But I saw what people couldn't see.

I saw you all worse than devils.
Your own promises you betray.
Bravo, you have made me the predator.
You innocent, sinless preys.

Because of my strength and grace.
You chose to attack.
But what pathetic weak cowards you are.
Talking of me behind my back.

Go ahead, stand by her.
I'm not honored by your company.
Liars believe liars.
Those that love and respect me are many.

Today, you have those creatures.
Who appear so strong yet lower their head when i'm around.
But one day, it will be just you and me.
Finally meeting with the great actor..Renowned.

Let's see if you'll be strong than as you are now.
For people like you eventually bow.

She won you all say?
In what way?
With her crocodile tears and her angel act?
Oh please, That is so cliche.

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