She smiles says she's fine
No one sees her on her own time
Her wrist are damp
Along with her eyes
Little liers don't ever dare to cry
It's funny how it's not even a crime
Empty hearts empty lies
Take my hand my dear I'll show you to fly
Don't worry about how high
Soon we will slip to the ground we fall
In death only will we rise against it all
Lier
Xoxo. Silvergrey
