Here comes a great man, meeting new friends, telling them that story.
Saying that he actually wants to befriend me, but behind this, just saying I’m a coward. I’m a bitch. I’m a sleaze and he’s done no wrong.
Joining him without knowing the truth. Make it like a joke.
Seems to be a great joke to play over years, right?
Keeping mocking at me, insulting me. Thinking it’s just for fun.
Asking me to explain if he’s telling all things wrong.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Why should I keep telling everyone about my private life?
Before you join him and insult me, have you talked to me before? Have you ever known me?
Depending that you love hearing the shit I did, would you like to experience this as well, fuckers?