My words were lost last Tuesday night,
at Vue down by the lake,
that bar we stumbled into once,
a drunken, crass mistake.

I told you what I thought, and yet,
you brushed it off again,
telling me I had it wrong,
a fact you now amend.

What lies you tell are telling, when,
I catch you in deceit,
a momentary lapse in thought
you’re likely to repeat.

What will you say when truth prevails,
when all shall come to light,
the fuel of all your troubles pool
and in the black ignite?


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