They say imitation is the
highest form of flattery
But guess what, my life's
not art or an open gallery
Whats your game feeding
on other people's pain
You played your best hand
and still lost the game
Lies your chosen grenade
thrown but never exploded
And now its your own
integrity thats become eroded
Fabricator of the truth,
narrator of untruths
Doubt anyone's listening so
go sing it from the roofs
Your words leave me snoring,
go ahead do your worst
In my world loyalty and trust
will always come first
Pieces of your life just don't
add up, you talk the talk
Funny that when I doubt
you even know how to walk.
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Thanks Sie. No, we're over in the west and had 74 degree weather yesterday with mid 60's and sunny the rest of the week. We're blessed but our thoughts are with everyone being effected.
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