I look for those pretty eyes
They are hotter than fire.
My soul never lies,
But admittedly,to myself,I am lier.
Who else made me contemplate my
empty life?
When I was doing nothing meaningful.
That pinch pierced me like a knife
And left scar reminds me how life is
beautiful.
I wonder what else can take place,
I saw enough here.
The only thing I want is again to see
that face,
But admittedly,I do fear.
Lier
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