by Caneel

Lies, lies, lies
Cries, cries, cries
Our love is nonexistent
In my eyes

So sad, Dad
What good times we've had
You try to keep it a secret
But I know that you're bad

Treats and eats
Maybe savory meats
And at night
You stick us under a sheet

I stick my nose in a book
Thinking of what you took
I can hear you talking
And I think, 'what a crook'

It's actually pretty sad
Thinking of the love we had
But it will be nevermore
Oh, too bad

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