Disaster is the name of the game
Pulling away from neverending pain
Hungry like the wolf
It can't help but engulf us in flames
Lies tend to hold an inch of truth
Even though they're not reliable proof
They tell us of the ones
Who lie, we pick them out like sleuths
A smile is a mask, is it not?
Because we all know behind it
Is a lot
Fear is arising
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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