BooHoo To Your Pity

Boohoo to your pity, I can't believe that your name means being virtuous to a certain degree.
I can't believe I was so tired of creeps, that I was like whatever let it be.
Seriously, the guy who was flaunting about sleeping with two naked women in dreams and I am the one who has lost it seems.
Does she know you were bragging about the taste of her cookie?
My true colours? Maybe this would make your face shine crimson red.
I am weird? Boy, I shine with or without that blush.
I am not that woman who ever wants your money, go pander to people who wanted to be your friend because your name was higher on that coder list.
You think I was calculating to be your friend? I simply decided to be your friend.
You think I couldn't see through the ways you were testing me?
To see if I am a gold digger or if I can solve the question of tree.
I do not talk in binary.
Asking me if I can Google the term "Eat You."
Fake? I was simply happy that you had less money as a kid and could buy things for your mom.
People said even then, "Ohh, I might have hit a Jackpot,"
I didn't put your worth in your bank balance.
It is you who was trying to impress me with your money and said I would buy you anything you desire,
Trying to show off your "gym gains" to me and you think that grasped my attention? Just wow.
The way you talked to my security guard and said people and their "Aukaat,"
You were already out of my bucket list.
It is you who always talked about "profit" and "loss" even in terms of people.
Have you ever helped anyone who can never return that favour?
No, you behaved like a condescending arse.

Be better for yourself for once.
Not to impress others or get a girl.
The audacity of a guy like you to say to me, "Be worthy of someone"
I only care about being worthy of the Divine Lord.

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Till You Sing

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