lies
lies
If I ever painted my skies with lies they would be full of the words from your mouth.
I always look in and find that I'm the only one that’s without.
Love but a spout that never runs when I walk by.
Its funny you speak lies and speak about how not enough people don’t speak their minds.
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Nate the Great
this is my life I have a few accounts on here due to my short memory and crowded mind.
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