Pretty little liar
Dark, twisted
I'm devious
Circle of lies
Almost michievous
Pretty little liar
A house catch on fire
Devilish sweet angels
singing in the choir
A bright illuminating light
shine peering through the
window
I hear church bells
I hear faint screaming
My ears are suddenly bleeding
A fair maiden falls from the ceiling
Time freezes
Church is quiet
Yet I remain
For I am a pretty little liar
to blame
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