I try to think of what to say
To your story of why you were away.
But no words come to light
As I think of the times you thought you were right.
Your lies have become
A network of pain that can't be undone,
Your stories now seem to me
As untruthful as others told them to be.
I was blinded by love and all along you knew
That I'd never be able to see through
Your crap but now I know the way
To a life where you will have to pay.
Perhaps that's exactly what I'll write
Or perhaps I'll leave you lonely in the night
Just so that you can see
Just how much hate for you I have inside me.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
I try to think of what to say
To your story of why you were away.
But no words come to light
As I think of the times you thought you were right.
Your lies have become
A network of pain that can't be undone,
Your stories now seem to me
As untruthful as others told them to be.
I was blinded by love and all along you knew
That I'd never be able to see through
Your crap but now I know the way
To a life where you will have to pay.
Perhaps that's exactly what I'll write
Or perhaps I'll leave you lonely in the night
Just so that you can see
Just how much hate for you I have inside me.
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