The living liar

by Emil Moe Nilsen   Jun 30, 2011


Love me, hate me, I don't care
You haven't been straight with me since you first were there
I look you in the eyes, and all I see is a shallow look
Like Grim the Reaper, your soul he just took
Your skin is so grey and pale, like an icy abyss
No, you cannot possibly know the feeling of strong bliss
I feel sorry for you, I really do from the bottom of my heart
I wave goodbye to you, I see you depart

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