I'd Rather Be A Sinner Than A Liar Like You
Dreaded lies and stories that you spilled
Did nothing, but put a curse upon yourself
Quick, the hour glass is running out of sand
And your hands are stained with blood from the hearts you slit
Bend the lies around your spine
Let them slowly enter you into mercy
Lace your lungs with nicotine
Drink your daily glass of misery
All of the memories that we cherished
Formed into dust and vanished in mid air
Don't expect me to be there to pitty you
I'm done with everything that invovles being with you
A new person has formed inside of me
As your soul loses it's glowing light
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