Sunday, November 15, 2009

Cry Me A Lullaby

I can hear you crying and I don't know what to say.
I've been conditioned to hate it, I heard it every day.
And when you try to smile I want to break your face,
you're a liar like all the others in every important way.

But then you keep on crying; I don't think I can stay.
Very few of us are honest, we know it's safer to play.
And I want to believe this is true, but you're a fake,
you're a liar like all the others in every important way.

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