I look at you and see that
smug little look in your eyes,
that demeaning glint that says,
"You think you know what
you're talking about?"
I look at you and I see that
if I opened my mouth, if
I let you know, if I let
the words fly
They'd slice right through you,
leave ribbons of blood on your pride,
shatter that glint in your eye
And I'd smile and you'd see
that you never had a chance
against me
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