Dedicated to a girl made of glass and sugar-coated fibs.
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- - glass pictures - - you are a liar, liar, liar. you spin sweet stories and whisper them to us. you are a liar, liar, liar. i wonder if anyone hates you for that. people crumble and fade away beneath your fingers. fragile friendships break like glass. all of the happy memories i thought i had never existed. so it makes me wonder . . . if i took a knife and sliced you open, right? what would i find? shattered dreams . . . or perhaps carefully dressed up lies? maybe i'd find nothing. maybe there's a massive black hole inside of you maybe there's . . . liar, liar, liar, is what you are. and you play such a pretty victim. perfected your role and memorized your sickening lines. liar, that you are. does anyone notice? does anyone notice that paper-thin mask of yours? your crocodile tears--no, no one sees them? that's a shame dear, really. perhaps i shall enlighten everyone. perhaps i shall shoot down your stories. strip you of your flappy old skin. make you break into glass. like them, like them, like them . . . you are a liar, liar, liar. liar that you are. that you are, are, were, were liar . . . |