Are you jealous that I smile?
Even though all the while...
You tear me up with your words.
Yet I fly away like a bird.
What's the use of it, anyway?
Criticizing day by day...
Your words can kill through hate.
But each time, I regenerate.
Do you feel like a fool yet?
I hope you drown in your regret...
Falling into the traps you made.
It is a price to be paid.
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