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Do you realize what you’ve done? (William’s song to Denise)

by vampricone6783


*This song is from my “Town of Richardson” stories. You may check out the stories that connect to this underneath my folder titled “Town of Richardson”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*


You should really know

That my friend loved you so

He called you “His dearest Denise”

I’d say “Why you’d love her?”

“You’re too young and she doesn’t love you back”

But he’d shrug it off and ignore my warnings

I tried to tell him the truth about you

I tried to point out all the red flags

The way you looked at him

The way you spoke to him

The way you whispered to your friends

The way you glanced at him

There is no way you ever actually loved him

None of it was real


Do you realize what you’ve done?
He’s sworn off his own name
He’s trying to bury his past
All because of you


Do you realize what you’ve done?

He’s broken and damaged and beaten and bruised

Because of you

A rotten, maggoty shell of what he once was


Something humorous and joyful turned to something dead and bloody

A decomposing mound

I’d follow you forever if I wasn’t worried about him more than you

I’d haunt you forever if that meant he wouldn’t be lonely


But I won’t

Because he needs me

He just doesn’t know it yet


Do you realize what you’ve done?
That he is nothing because of you
You stole his heart and his soul
Now, he’s just a cadaver who still dreams of his death

I hope you have an amazing life

I hope you have a beautiful life

I hope you have a happy life

I hope you enjoy your selfish life

I hope you enjoy your entitled life

I hope you enjoy your shallow life

Because at least you have one to live


He has no life

You greedily snatched it from him

Left him to die

He rots because of you


Do you realize what you’ve done?

I hate you more than I hate my father

You’re worst

Oh, one hundred times worst!


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