Lies

Sometimes we all just have let it pour.

Lies
By: Edmund Frame

Do you bleed?
Cause I have not seen
Anything to make me believe
That there could be a heart in you
One that beats with love or truth
It could have rotted in your youth
Or maybe someone set it loose
I do care for how or where
Only that I can not bear
To be in love with one who’d dare
To trap my trust and faith earned fair
In such a heartless betraying snare
And now each breath you waste on me
You plead a say you’re so sorry
I wish that now that I could feel
Some truth in you and take your deal
But know I do that if I give in
You’ll turn around and lie again.