The truly thief

At the day, I was so angry.
I couldn't hold much long.
He stole my life, stole the credit.
I couldn't stay strong.

Like a knight, on a white horse.
Showing on on the tournament.
Love himself more than his friends.
He doesn't know about the payment.

At the city inn, people gossip.
Talk about his hypnotic eyes.
Making him such a genious,
like he's acctually sly.

They say that I'm jealous.
Say that I'm ruining everything.
And then I count to ten,
and than I sing:

la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai
la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai

Calling me a thief infront of,
almost everone I know.
He claims that I'm a menace,
that I only steal his show.

And when no one's looking,
he's thanking me in my ear.
I stopped to help him,
but he didn't stop to smear.

I felt so small,
trauma for all my life.
I almost stopped to write,
he was waking up a strife.

They say that I'm jealous.
Say that I'm ruining everything.
And than I count to ten,
and then I sing:

Oh la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai
Oh la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai
Oh la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai
Oh la lai lalalai lalalailailailailailailai
lalalalailalalai