Gasoline lies drip to the ground with each part of your lips
Drenching my heart in the foul odor of deception.
My own anger at you is the match
Struck with each false tale.
Bloated with the taste of sickening liquid lies, my heart catches aflame.
And I burn my anguish away.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Gasoline lies drip to the ground with each part of your lips
Drenching my heart in the foul odor of deception.
My own anger at you is the match
Struck with each false tale.
Bloated with the taste of sickening liquid lies, my heart catches aflame.
And I burn my anguish away.
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