With This Lie
With this lie
I will slowly let you die
My love for you is fake
But your heart is all mine to take
And with your heart, I will not mend the broken
Instead I will use it as a token
A token of your life
That will be perfect for my knife
And in the end I will leave
For I am a thieve
Of your poor little broken heart
Which I will only farther tear apart
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