The Liar
Let me tell you a lie
When I’m hurt, I don’t cry
I am a bit more than human
I suffer, with a sense of humor
You can shoot me, you can stab me
My pained face is bit of a deceiver
Don’t worry, those are just some scars
Smile for me baby, I’ll bring you the stars
I’ll jump through the blazing ring
And I’ll swim with the sharks
And when you’re lost a...
Wednesday 10th May 2017 5:50 am
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