A prediction

Forming and breaking relations,

You're excellent at it,

People should run after you,

Ignore your mistakes,

Because you can never be wrong,

Everyone should share in your misery,

Hate the people you hate,

Cut off the people you’ve cut off,

Join in with your twisted games.

But when they do the opposite,

Then it’s time to sever ties,

Am I wrong?

Tell me I’m wrong.

Well honey, I’m here to tell you,

That’s not how the world works,

Maybe I’m being harsh,

After all, it's not totally your fault,

You’ve just been raised a certain way,

To expect to be the centre of attention,

To think you can do no wrong

Ohh but, honey, how wrong you are.

Cuz one day you’ll realise,

How little and insignificant you really are,

How in the grand scheme of things you really don’t matter,

You’ll realise one day how wrong you’ve been,

When those people stop running after you,

When they desert you,

And desert you, they will.

You're protected right now,

Your insured,

Your wrongs magically disappearing in the blink of an eye,

But, one day you’ll lose that security,

You’ll lose it all,

Then who will run after you?

Who will hide your mistakes?

You will be the one to run after others,

You will know what it’s like to be played with.

Those games you played,

Will be played with you,

You were playing with people's lives,

Soon, it will be your turn,

This is not my promise,

It's not my curse,

It’s my prediction.