But I hope to god its true
That I would never be
As cold a heart as you
Your smirk, it reeks of judgment
Your smile is less than dull
Yet you've tricked us into thinking
That you're a kinder soul
Still despite your manipulation
Your insults and your grief
I find myself believing
That you deserve relief
For although you hate my being
And flaunt it obviously
You don't deserve to feel
Like your cruelness has made me
So judgement, meet acceptance
And maybe soon you'll find
That although it sounds too simple
It wouldn't kill you to be kind
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