I should have reread the wall of writing
Instead of swallowing all your lying
Once more in the dirt I'm crawling again
It would never have happened if you were my friend
You're the liar and you can keep your lies
The more I eat of them the more I can't despise
Choose a different victim I will be yours no more
This web of lies spun for me a place I should abhor
Sick of twists sick of turns
Wonder why my heart never learns
Maybe I should just give up now
But is that something you allow
My entire world revolves round you
Short of dying what can I do?
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