30 July 2012
I'm having drinks with the enemy, But she's truly not aware. That every word that drips from her mouth... Means the less and less I care. I can't see how she can do it. Play so nice up to my face. When I know such mouth has hosted words, That have spouted lies to cause my disgrace. She doesn't know that I know such things. And I've kept them a secret too. Letting her build up a foundation, Of bad things that I 'must' do. So I'll sit here and have drinks, Let her think she's winning her plan. Whilst she thinks I'm still her friend, And that I have my head stuck in the sand. But it'll make my revenge sweeter, Knowing I got the best that I could have. Playing a waiting game, Leading her up her doomed path.
©Odd
Drinks With The Enemy • Opuss № I