Kill My Own Heart

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Tell me, where do you find the nerve?

Tell me before my curiosity swerves.

And where do you find the arrogance?

I knew I hated you from the very first glance.

But hate is a strong word to serve,

And I prefer to give what is deserved.

Still, how do you sleep at night?

Two wrongs can never make a right.

You know you are falling from the grace,

Landing right on your wicked face.

Tell me, does it hurt to fall apart?

Tell me before I kill my own heart.

-Jackie