That boy
You cried over
Heaped on your shoulder
Your eyes pure red
You feel as if your dead.
You become restless
He was your all
He was your all
He was your all
You murmur through words
Of pout
Why?
You stop the tears
Your face pure and clear.
Of sadness
Of stress
Of doubt
Of regret
This took you upon surprise?
All his lies?
The lies he told
Just so you could hold.
All his lies.
All his lies.
All his lies.
No.
