NowIf my feelings are torn, is it your fault? You look me in the eyes and say "It's not." I know how you work,Now
I know all your lies,
So don't waste your time
with this bullshit disguise. No longer will I play the fool,
it's your turn to suffer, to cry, to rue.
NOW! Tell me the truth,
was it a game? Or maybe a spark for &n
