I'll classify every word out of your lips as a lie
until you're lying beneath the dirt and the soil
hailed as the king of deceivers and cheats
you've got a lot to learn
more best friends to burn
more malignant lies to conjure
I'm down and out for now
but until the day you die
I will haunt your dreams
when you decide to paint your white picket fence,
be sure to use the purest his money can buy.
with every stroke, brush over the past,
and smother the true grain of your tainted life
you've got more guts to churn
an eternity to burn
you're about as innocent as cancer
I'm down and out for now
but until the day you die
I will haunt your dreams
I hope your breathing doesn't come easy
and I pray to God I'm all you dream
hope you feel my touch
hear my voice
taste my lips with every sip of noise
save your tears, don't apoligize
all you'll hear is good-bye
until you're a memory
Aulia Izzati (oh well)
P.S once again, I'm not as good as you think...
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