Did you say
it was something true?
Did you say
the truth when you said it?
You want
more than I’ll ever do
And I’d pay
a lot just to edit
All your
lies from the story of us
All your
falsehood and empty pretensions
‘Cause your
name’s “violation of trust”
And I’m not
going to sell you redemption
But then
you come by
Light up my
fire
Warm up my
bed
And I’m
over and dead
You can’t
tell a diamond from gravel
But you
want me; should I be pleased?
You are
quicksand on roads I travel
‘Tis hard
to fight you; you’re like a disease
You are
lethal, but I’m a survivor
You are
pain, but I killed all my nerves
Love is
rearing her head of a viper
It’s not
mine anymore, it’s all yours.
© 2009.
Anastasia Duchevski
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