I slap you so hard it stings, not my hand but behind my eyes
As you yell the mark welps as if to swell with your lies
Your eyes flash with anger, a reflection that doesn't fully hide
The shame and guilt you keep buried inside
You shake me as if I'm a toy that will wash it all away
Yet the lines have been drawn and I see the picture clear as day
I shove you as you sway so as no to trip on broken glass
They look like the shards of your fake and faulty mask
The door slams as you flee the scene of lies created by you
Just know that you'll never be able to outrun the truth
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
I slap you so hard it stings, not my hand but behind my eyes
As you yell the mark welps as if to swell with your lies
Your eyes flash with anger, a reflection that doesn't fully hide
The shame and guilt you keep buried inside
You shake me as if I'm a toy that will wash it all away
Yet the lines have been drawn and I see the picture clear as day
I shove you as you sway so as no to trip on broken glass
They look like the shards of your fake and faulty mask
The door slams as you flee the scene of lies created by you
Just know that you'll never be able to outrun the truth
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