Entrapment is easily the Stupidest Argument Ever

The way I play-
Coy.
And when you come bitching
About the hundreds you’ve blown on me
Trying to get me to love you back,
That sure as hell
Isn’t My problem.

When did I ask for diamonds,
When did I ask for you to spend your paychecks?
And when you claim
That you were seduced into it
By my pretty eyes
And my white lies
I’ll laugh
And then you’ll say that’s seductive too.

How I wish I wouldn’t get arrested
If I stabbed you right then and there,
Asking how pretty you thought I was now, as I left you bleeding out
On concrete colder than my heart.

But I’ll merely tell you calmly that If I’d Wanted You in the first place
I sure as hell wouldn’t have asked for your money anyways.
I would’ve asked for you
To share your dreams
And to spend your Love on me
To make me truly Happy.

On the inside, I’ll scream
As I curse my own face
And my pretty locks,
My “doe eyes” and my “cute hands”
As I’ve heard one hundred too many times
that They “loved” me
Because of how I looked.

When I finally break for good
I’ll gouge out my eyes and
Slice my fingers,
Chop my hair and scar my cheeks-
And show up in a dress that
Unflatters me in the best way possible
To ask them all,
“How pretty am I now?”

Entrapment is easily the Stupidest Argument Ever

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