I can’t understand a word that comes out of your mouth. I won’t even take the time to figure you out.
All there’s story’s you make up what’s that chapter about? Why you go to lie every time you open your mouth.
The truth always comes out that’s what a friend is all about. Not the lie’s or the things that you always talking about.
Remember the story about the boy who cried Wolf? Well he aint crying no more he’s been taken away by the wolf.
All you seem to do is dig yourself a bigger and darker hole. Whether you like it or not I think you should be told.
Playing with people’s emotions like you on a Rolla Costa. Every time that you seem to speak and the lies you trying to teach you need to go to confession and tell the priest what you did.
That every time you open your mouth. You always lie through your teeth, one day you will get up and start to tell the Truth”
By the time that day comes I would have finished writing this poem for you.