Pinocchio.
Meeting you was a wonderful feeling,
Telling me every divine words to make me vulnerable.
Look where you are now? Not meaning any of your speech.
Lying through your words just like Pinocchio,
Every words never stays.
You're sorry? Liar.
Keep doing what you do, you're doing great.
Made me attached now I'm detached,
Lying to me saying that you are; for god knows you're so good at lying.
Just don't ask me why you're getting the treatment you think you know you don't deserve.
Trust me , I don't meant to do it.
You made me this way over your horrific lie.
Run away just like the Pinocchio you are.
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Scene 20: End.
