What if people knew you mind, liar.

You’re like a thief walking a high wire.

That’s your greatest fear, being though a liar.

It haunts your dreams, tears at the seams.

I’m sure that’s why you always run.

But where ever you go.

You’re still right there, liar.

So, go ahead point a finger.

Karma, it seems to linger.

Afraid to go to sleep?

Go ahead close those baby blues, liar.

I guess you can hide them after all.

From the one that loved the liar.



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