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
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