Playing the Victim...

The Power of Playing the Victim: The Perfect Disguise for the Predator.
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(Verse 1)
You wear that pain like it’s your only truth,
But behind the mask, you're hiding proof.
You say the world’s been cruel and unkind,
But I see the shadows you leave behind.
Every tear is just another show,
A script you’ve written, but I know.
You twist the story to fit your lies,
And everyone falls for your disguise.

(Chorus)
You’re just playing the victim, yeah, it’s all a game,
Pointing fingers, but you’re never to blame.
Spinning the story, making them cry,
While you sit back with that look in your eye.
Playing the victim, hiding the truth,
Painting yourself as the wounded proof.
But I see through the cracks in your design,
You’re just playing the victim, every time.

(Verse 2)
You cast your shadows like a work of art,
Faking the pieces of a broken heart.
You’re the hero in the tale you weave,
But in your wake, you leave none to grieve.
You raise your voice to scream in pain,
While pulling the strings with perfect aim.
The crowd’s applause is all you seek,
As you play the victim, pretending you're weak.

(Chorus)
You’re just playing the victim, yeah, it’s all a game,
Pointing fingers, but you’re never to blame.
Spinning the story, making them cry,
While you sit back with that look in your eye.
Playing the victim, hiding the truth,
Painting yourself as the wounded proof.
But I see through the cracks in your design,
You’re just playing the victim, every time.

(Bridge)
Oh, the world falls for the tears you sell,
But I know the truth you’ll never tell.
You wear the chains like you’re oppressed,
But it's all a lie, you’re not distressed.
You're just waiting for the perfect time,
To shift the blame, to steal the rhyme.

(Chorus)
You’re just playing the victim, yeah, it’s all a game,
Pointing fingers, but you’re never to blame.
Spinning the story, making them cry,
While you sit back with that look in your eye.
Playing the victim, hiding the truth,
Painting yourself as the wounded proof.
But I see through the cracks in your design,
You’re just playing the victim, every time.

(Outro)
So cry your tears, play your part,
But I won’t fall for your broken heart.
You’re just playing the victim, wearing a crown,
But one day, that mask will bring you down.