You're arrogent ways make you cold.
Inside and out, Freezing.
You're concided intentions make you hated.
Outside and in, Despised.
...
If tears could wash away the dishonesty,
Then my world would be clean,
If regret could make right my wrongs,
Then rightness of the world would be seen.
...
A Daughters Love.
You're arrogent ways make you cold.
Inside and out, Freezing.
You're concided intentions make you hated.
Outside and in, Despised.
A spliting image, I'm said to take you're mold.
I've been the one let down, Broken.
You're proud for one to be like you.
I disagree, What a pleasent surprise?
You say you love me, How bold!
Treasuring you're every little possision.
Well shouldn't I be the most prised?
I've given up wanting to hear the most comfortable lies.