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Stop Messing With Me

Stop looking at me with those eyes
Ever so secretly planning my demise 
Inside your thinking what you should do
Making random choices leaving me without a clue
I try to duck out of the way and avoid
I assure you this isn't me being paranoid
I know your messing with me
So stop! Your making it hard to see
I want to know your game
At least tell me the rules or the name!
Am I supposed to sit here unarmed?
You think you have me alarmed?
Well I think I finally get it!
Your so evil and pathetic!
Playing with my mind, my emotions
Brewing up your own poisonous potions!
Well I have the antidote! 
Now I have you by the throat
I'm going to stop your plan
This is the end of its lifespan



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