I Lie A Lot But It's Ok.
I Lie For The Person Who Hides There Pain.
I Lie For The Guy Depressed And Vein.
I Lie For The Child Who's Gone From This Plain.
I Lie Form The Sadness Cause My Happiness Is Drained.
I Lie For Myself Or Nothing I'll Gain.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
