Your story is stale,
It's constant lies,
Telling a tale,
Through dark sunken eyes,
The tale is old,
We've heard it before,
You make my blood run cold,
Let me show you the door,
Would it hurt,
To say something true?
We always revert,
Back to being lied to,
Its like an illness,
You just can't help it
It's a sickness,
You just talk shit,
You're a liar,
You're the boy who cries wolf,
Stop playing with fire,
And tell the truth,
Your face gives you away,
I can see it in your grin,
I cant believe a word you say,
You're as guilty as sin.
Submitted: January 11, 2013
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sadly this is a true. thanks, been there felt that ...it came right in the end for me...it may for u good luck. well writen btw.
Sat, January 12th, 2013 5:36pm