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Monday, July 19, 2010

Pity Party

Your eyes, they tell me lies
But your mouth speaks a different language
Moving quickly but carefully
Speaking the truth for you is harder than learning Spanish
No accents or punctuations
Just letters and words
Coming from the mind not the heart
Things you can't say get lost in exhales of doubt
Even you doubt yourself
You're not a good liar
It's written all over your face