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Brought me down to my knees?
You can't even strut on those flat feet.
I had to pull myself down because you envied my crown.
Did I need to latch on to you to make a name?
Boy, that's indeed so lame.
I am far above the superficial fame.

I hoped you would take a stand,
But being with you was like drowning in quicksand.
I might have lost my head for a while,
But I am not dead and can still rock a smile.

You may be fair but you never played fair.
You are a great jester, you claimed.
True, real queens hire you to keep them entertained.

Never saw this side?
Please, I was never meant to hide.
Even if I cried, God knows I tried.

Listen to Adele all you want,
I dance to my own song.

"We could have it all"?
If only you had never made me feel small.

"I am in too deep"?
Who told you I was yours to keep?

You only came for what I can give,
Never to actually love.

Chasing "dumb feminine" women but never being masculine enough.
And still, you say I am not a normal woman.

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