you make your mothers so proud
with every lie
you keep swallowed down
all those kept secrets
add drag no room
filed neatly inside
you're falling soon
lonely passages of time
spent inventing stories
fall into them and embrace
your world
I'm glad its not mine.
you make your partners hate you
with cheating eyes
you keep staring through
facing your mirror
you let the dust
of continued lies
hides waining trust
lonely passages of time
spent inventing stories
fall into them and embrace
your world
Thank you all its not mine.
You make those still around you
Burn all bridges,
you threw the gas,
and the match,
they just won't save you this time.
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