They tell on me. They show my heart. I lie. I lie with my mouth and curve the corners of it in an upwards direction like they like to see. I use the words they want to hear for reassurance. But those tears, they tell on me every time. Fuckers
They tell on me. They show my heart. I lie. I lie with my mouth and curve the corners of it in an upwards direction like they like to see. I use the words they want to hear for reassurance. But those tears, they tell on me every time. Fuckers
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