27 August 2011

Smokescreen

Happiness will always be dependant
On belief in a lie and blind faith
Loving a whore will never be truthfull
Just smokescreens and deception
The heart buying the lie
Sold to it at half the price

Fuck the one who made you smile
Who held you when you were sad
Promise yourself to her forever more
Plant a seed together and grow a tree
Sell your soul for a pack of cigarettes
And always look back

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