Theres no passion in you no passion at all...only the momentary moment as gone as yourself... pathetic liars of love, you wonder why you seek what you shall never find always escapes liars of the heart, spirit, soul... pathetic liars of love, a thousand lives and never a moment of peace the audacity to follow me that far destroying all every step of the way... pathetic liars of love, do not think I'm making light of innocents whose stories will be told, those lives meant something to someone, I do this for the forgotten and destroyed, pathetic liars of love, Did you miss me while looking for yourself, so much for twisted attempts at control, its always about the moment love, how many moments did you miss? pathetic liar of love....
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