It's autumn, and you still lie,
It's not by saying you're now someone else,
That you've changed at all.
You're taking new nicknames, and inventing new lies,
But they're all so rotten, and so familiar.
I thought you'd be the one to save me from myself,
maybe you also need help.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
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