Liar

 

My hands burn to the beat of my heart.

This is the room where memories start.

The sheets are stained with pleasure.

The walls are stained with pain.

I can still remember,

My lips and his name.

They spell out disaster,

Where ever I go.

And I'll leave behind me,

The feeling of hope.

My soul is an echo,

Of prayers and sighs.

My mind is broken,

It runs of his cries.

So why no pity falls from the sky?

You only loved me when you could lie.

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