When we were young - it was only a gameYou would win - at everythingChilhood rivalry - developed and grewGames became battles - the I would always loseNow you're a big shot - controlling my lifeCausing me nothing - but pain and strifeBut I know your weakness - you haven't a friendExcept from your puppy - who soon will be deadHere is your puppy's headYour only friend - bloody redIt's all your fault - it is deadTides have turned - now you loseIf you want the restIt's too late - there's nothing leftMangled poodle - makes good stewI ruined your life - I laugh as I chew
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