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One second she’s sweet
One minute she’s kind
One hour she’s blunt
One day she’s blind
It’s a clutter, it’s all messed up
Her mind and mouth can’t seem to shut
Her brain is washed, she does not know
That she’s the main act of the show
She can escape, but that plan is a wreck
Because Hate has grabbed her by the neck.

The feet she has, that walk the Earth
With courage, confidence
then vengeance, hurt.
The mind she has, a mind of intelligence
had been replaced with absence, ignorance.
She lost her own game, later filled with regret
that she let Hate control her, like a lousy puppet.