Telling...
Something tells meyou've got a game
that you love to play
with people's hearts.
It tells me you know
how to lie, what to show,
so that they fall
and cant get back up.
And it warns me, my dear,
not to listen, not to hear,
the words from your mouth;
let them slide off of me.
And it cries when it sees
when it sees her on her knees,
for it cant tell her
what it knows....
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