The Thieves

He rifles through her purse unseen, conceals the mess so he'll look clean She hides the bottles in her room, her addiction shrouded in the gloom He lies to those that call him friend, he dodges those who once did lend She robs her Peter, to pay her Paul but never plans to pay at all Corners cut and fingers crossed, they think they win, in truth they're lost They lie, they cheat, they rob, they steal they do all this, but can't they feel? They thieve from all, and from all kinds but worst, they lose their peace of mind