Coward
A Smile of the Devil,
On a Face of an Angel,
With a Laugh of a Rebel,
But a Voice of a Saint.
With Eyes of a Killer,
That shine like a Hero,
Turning anyone a Willer,
You make me feel Faint.
Oh the irony you behold,
Distracts us from the truth,
Which is fighting to unfold,
From your life of lies.
You Love like a Pessimist,
And Kiss without Passion,
But Hate like an Optimist,
And Fight with a Cause.
They move with such Grace,
Those hands of a Beast,
You except a returned Embrace,
When you grab without a Pause.
You hide from reality,
And escape the real world,
You live in a fantasy,
Hoping nobody will find you.
Hoping for the truth,
Sitting here alone,
Wasting this youth,
I expect deception.
You can't fool me with lies,
Or trick me with your charm,
I can see it in your eyes,
You have another perception.
Deceiving with those looks,
Hiding yourself in lies,
Just like in the books,
You're nothing but a coward.
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