Screaming at me, all on fire.
Liar, Liar, Liar
I buried you, with my desire.
Liar, Liar, Liar
I buried you so far below.
Liar, Liar, Liar
I hate to see you go.
It occurred to me all at once, that the price we pay for our indiscretions are not monetary. No. This life, through a looking glass has a value greater than gold. Something that we take for granted and let sieve through our fingers like so many promises.
It occurred to me all at once, that the price we pay for our indiscretions are not monetary. No. This life, through a looking glass has a value greater than gold. Something that we take for granted and let sieve through our fingers like so many promises.
What if there were times where I could see these truths?
What would you say to that, my Lovely Foe?
Why is it that I find myself calling you by that moniker rather than to give your true name?
Perhaps like my own, personal, demon, you would usher forth and become a reality and break me into a thousand shards, if I spoke it. Corrupted Mirror. Your so called sin's upon me like puddles on a dark street. Where I see you in the reflection and I am the depth of their water. I see you and your little, white, lies. Come, my own demon. My old friend.
Go away.
Go away.
Don't leave me.
Stop following me.
I need you.
Don't look at me.
