And maybe I took advantage of your arrogance. Gave you a little less attention to make you see that the love given had been severed in half. To make you realise that the half love received would be a dagger to your ego.
Maybe, I played a little with your overbearance. Maybe, I inadvertently used your pride, just to see if the ball would ever be in my court. Maybe I thought I mattered, my part mattered, or my love mattered.
But in the end it never really made a void or caused a dent. I was a fool, and the joke was on me.
Who did I think I was?
Maybe, I played a little with your overbearance. Maybe, I inadvertently used your pride, just to see if the ball would ever be in my court. Maybe I thought I mattered, my part mattered, or my love mattered.
But in the end it never really made a void or caused a dent. I was a fool, and the joke was on me.
Who did I think I was?
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