You sit there and tell me trust you
Say you will only say the truth.
Yet that nagging feeling lingers
Telling me something is not real!
I fight it saying it's my imagination
That i'm manufacturing pure fiction
But that feeling just won't leave me
So now i'm thinking maybe, just maybe
I told you all about my life's past
Things difficult for me to rehash
Thought you actually gave a damn
Maybe you would be of a different class
Now after i have opened myself to you
You prove my doubts to be true
As i realise you are just like everyone else
A Liar, a mudda f***in LIAR.
How dare you open your mouth about me
And spread your lies of hate and deceite
You think that i would never find out
But what you think the anger was about?
You're a LIAR a mudda F***IN LIAR
But you'll get yours when you get yours
So spew your sh** and talk on
Head held high i will walk on
And away from you i will be long gone
Before you noticed what you've lost.
I don't want to hear your life story
Don't expect me now to feel sorry
Because the sorry one is now you
Hope you enjoy things without your "Beauty"!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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