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oh, manipulator!

how far you'll go

will always be news to me.

I can predict all I want

and predict I will

trust me.

even if I'm on the nose

I'll be surprised

because I cannot comprehend

what it's like

to be so twisted

so dark in disguise:

the bubbly, cheery performance

the smiling eyes

no longer beckon friendship

now scream my demise

for what but money

for glory

for praise

but what will truly toil

is nothing but glazed

eyes that will lure you

and lips that will lie

oh, my sweet manipulator

enjoy your prize