his pretty little lies.
this isn't just about me and you,
it's bigger than the whole sky,
that feeling worsening every time you're opening your mouth,
but then, you'd say I was the traitor.
was it over when you looked at me in the car mirror? or was it when your mouth fell on hers?
i don't even know the truth.
do not call me back or expect any reply because you'd get all of my wrath.
finding I was the other woman truly broke my heart.
