• Sept. 4, 2018, 11:26 a.m.
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From promises made
to smiles faked
I know what’s broken
from your excuses spoken
I know I’m mostly silent
but I ain’t being golden

I know my life’s been in disarray
You may not give a damn anyway
That’s alright
I don’t beg
I fight with all my might
I work from the heart
to fill the emptiness inside

I’ve stopped asking you
I’m sure you’ve spreadt the rumour too
about me, but that’s actually half-true

That’s okay
Say what you like about me
Someday you’re going to pay
I believe in the fairness of The Almighty

Oh, yeah.
You. Will. Pay.
It’s just a matter of ‘when’.


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