I despise you.

 I wont let you get inside.
Look in my eyes;
I know all your little lies. 
Intentions. Not to hurt.


Yet i despise.
What you call a game.
You define: the type i dont like.
I wont let you in.
Look in my eyes
How I neglect the little signs.
I'm not the first.
I know it hurts, to be the worst.
But you've descended.
Why not give up. 
It would be rough.
But in the end..
You lose a friend: who trusted, relied, and devoted to you.
but to me, it's just a lie.
I despise your little games.


ill start the flame, just step inside, go for a ride
a ride:
to ur nightmare.