Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what i read between the lines
your lies.
feelin’ like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh AT THOSE WHO cry?
reply?
leavin’ on a southern train
only yesterday, you lied,
promises of what i seemed to be
only watch the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.
breathing, is the hardest thing to do
with all i’ve said and always
did for you, you lied–good bye.
leavin’ on a southern train
only yesterday, you lied,
promises of what i seemed to be
only watch the time go by,
all of these things i said to you.
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