Oh, drop the good guy act,
You pretended to care, that's a fact.
Someone who was hiding their own shame,
Called me psycho and crazy, how lame.
You tried to charm me with your coffer,
Brushed off my pain, saying, “Stop it, or else I won’t buy a lightsaber.”
You took all you could and then asked what I have to offer?
Funny how you wanted to burn it all down when you lost your maker,
But when I cried and screamed, called me a big faker.
You claimed to know love, but never took the time,
To understand my heart, my rhythm, my rhyme.
You wrapped me in darkness while claiming the light,
But all you offered was a hollow delight.
Now your shadows fade, and I choose to ignite,
I’ll weave my own stories, reclaiming my flight.
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