Am i suppose to believe that you are sorry!
You wound me with such formalities
There are so many knives in my back that you can bet
I could box them up and sell a set!
I am no longer pretending to be surprised
When your mouth opens and I receive the lies
You twist the knife while looking dead in my eyes
It\'s leaves in my mouth a bitter taste
When deceit becomes a common place
I\'ve been told the rain will recede
But it seems to like to follow me
And I get used and discarded like a toilet paper roll
Expected to pretend like I don\'t even know
I am wide awake and will allow it no more!
To often abused, i want to even the score
So if you really want me to bury the hatchet
The base of your skull is where I choose to stash it!
LukeCoomer ©