She poured the gasoline over my anger flame.
It burnt brighter and she almost burnt herself.
Nothing is odder then the girl you knew,
That she would turn her back on you.
Maybe they didn't know they were liars,
They thought they were just bending the truth.
The truth can't be bent,
It's like blood.
You can't grasp it firm.
And then the one I hear the most.
The un-avoidable
"He used me, he didn't love me".
Well I'm sorry,
But a human is a human,
They can't be trusted.
And that's why life is funny.
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