A man can be as hurt as the next lovely lady that has been scorned. She called vindictive, I called her a sinner and she was a United Minister Priest[ess? is that the proper word?] and I emphasize at WAS.



I know who you are, worry not about the clothing you care to wear; it was your very twitch sold you out.

No amount of way of being can hide your idiosyncrasy. You came into my web-

Making it move differently, to hide the typical movements of what makes you, you. Nevertheless, I am so used to you;

I memorized that very twitch.

You do not believe yourself to be as crafty as I do you?

When will you realize that when you do begin to plea, for peace; I will realize that tone in your voice, that whiny little cry; you can give.

The one you give when things do not go your way. It's that very shiver that makes your body quiver, what makes you think you can run away.

However, I know that very shiver, that same pathetic quiver; you will never run away.

You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavour; I know your very taste.

There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.
You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavor; I know your very taste.

There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.

While I use my words to encourage your own self-confidence, she encourage it to say "I made you this way" - I never make you feel great about yourself for my my own personal gain, she on the other hand did.


Thus the comparison, this one is not poetic, flow is missing. I like it nonetheless.


I do know who you are, worry not the clothing you care to wear; your very twitch sold you out.

No amount of way of being can hide your idiosyncrasy. You came into my web, making it move differently, to hide the typical movements of what makes you, you. Nevertheless, I am so used to you;

I memorized that very twitch.

You do not believe yourself to be that crafty do you?

When will you realize that when you do begin to plea, for peace; I will realize that tone in your voice, that whiny little cry; you can give.

The one you give when things do not go your way. It’s that very shiver that makes your body quiver, which makes you think you can run away.

However, I know that very shiver, that same pathetic quiver; you will never run away.

You come into my web, want to make me think you are something you can never be. I know your flavor; I know your very taste.

There your body lies, waiting for my invitation for emptiness. Never hide, little fly, I have matched your every move.