The Liar

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I hate the way you always lie

I never see truth in your eyes

I loathe the way you speak untrueDishonesty seems fun to you

I hate the way you lie with ease

Natural as a cough or sneeze

I despise the way you dare

To run ice-cold fingers through your hair

And fail to see my agony

Pretend away my misery

As though it means nothing

As though I mean nothing

And all that is something

Is what you can gain

Not me, my sadness or my pain

Am I important?

Worthy of your time?

Or should I ask, are you worthy of mine?

For your betrayal is the greatest of crimes.

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