Dreadful Rumor - A Line in the Verse

A Line in the Verse

You made me play into your game
You turned me into your joke
With your fake sense of fame
And false sense of hope

You're sick, and fucking twisted
You're a bitch, and not very gifted
You're so sick, and fucking twisted
I'm so sick, you're misgiven

You turned me into a sorry reflection
Of the sorry man I used to be
With you its always the same old story
A prisoner of your seduction I'll never be free

You cast me aside
You left me to die
Alone in the darkness
Never to return
A cold seductress
I'm in the grasp
Of someone heartless

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Writer(s): Eric Knabe
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