The lies will hurt yet the truth is not that comforting either. I thought I know a person only to find out that I actually know nothing--oh, what a fool you've made me. Words, words, words. How carelessly you spit them around. Speak of glories and flowers in my sight yet once I am out of sight, those glories turn into inconceivable lies and those flowers withered away; withered to nothing but dusts.
Words, words, words. How easily it was for you to spray it into lies; using it to put sweet scent on yourself.
Words, words, words. How easy it was for you to manipulate them; covering yourself with people's pity.
Words, words, words. How easy it was for you to use it against me; stringing me like one of your puppets.
Words, words, words. How easy it was for you to make up stories; moulding things to the exact shape you want it to be.
Words, words, words. How easy it was to make me see who you really are;
A liar.
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