She loves everything she doesn't have. Well who doesn't. Maybe a crazy like me. No i'm not crazy, i'm just not strong anough to stand against her, to take everything she stole, every truth she distored, every beautiful thing she marred, with her genious lies, her briliant excuses, her magnificent claims of injustice. Yes, i'm not strong enough. I not strong to let my mouth pull the trigger and shoot her with the truth bullet. My ears can't bare the sound of her overdone screams. Not strong to take back all she stole from me. All she stole from them.
She took my heart and soul away from me, and stole me from everybody else. So no one can see