6:46 PM |
so now you weave the same lies as you did with me
hold the heart in death-grip while you smirk with glee
whatever happened to the once had 'we'
weave the same lies as you did with me
whispersing words of love and sweet nothings
sat under the night in the dance of changlings
'I love you' he said
She had no inkling
'I love you' he said
to all the others without thinking
I feel like a bloody fool