Your little lie

by Samantha   Jul 25, 2005


You made a promise that wasn’t suppose to be broken,
The promise was my heart,
I’ts shattered and unforgiving,
From the begging start

I hope you choke on your lies,
Because all words became them,
I would rater eat glass then hear the words that you speak.

I would shatter the memories if I could,
Because nothing was ever good,
The lies, the cries, and the wanting dies,
I’t wasn’t worth anything at all.

I guess I became a lie,
When you said I want you to die,
I sit here and cry and ask my self why,
Why did I love you when you said I don’t want you,
All I can do is just sit here and cry and ask myself why

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