Cheat
Get off of me, you’re lying and you’re lurking
I’m juggling
I’m tossing
I’m turning
Get off of me, you’re lying and you’re lurking
These dreams never leave me broken
You’re the lies that you speak
And everything in it is frozen
You lie to me, you make me bleed
I’m leaking I can barely eat
Surprised at me when I can tell you cheat
First it was the bus and then the keys
I walked home and then you hit it
Touched her lace and said you skipped it
Very wicked
It’s tough to bear a witness
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Caitlin Charlton
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Very very powerful lovely. Amazing work here.
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