You played me like one of your guitars, had me by the strings and made me do your biddings. Until i snapped out of your trap and broke those very cords that took away my wings. Your no longer placed along with the kings in my eyes, so you wont ever hear me cry for you and your "little white lies." These are my last and finale goodbyes to you and your " little white lies."
little white lies
May 15, 2011