promises mean nothing to you
just words to throw away
spoken in the moment
when you want to get your way

I despise all the lies
the stories that you tell
poker faced all straight laced
you can go to hell

you deceive as you make me believe
your words are the truth
now I wouldn't believe a word you said
if you showed me the proof

I despise all the lies
the stories that you tell
poker faced all straight laced
you can go to hell

a wordsmith of the fairytale
stories that are just not true
a master of false promises
is what I think of you

I despise all the lies
the stories that you tell
poker faced all straight laced
you can go to hell

CopyrightAlanEvans28102017


Just a writer of words