Liar

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Wasn't she his fire his desire Wasn't she his night his day Wasn't she his friend his confidant Wasn't she his better half his beating heart? Wasn't she the reason he went to work Wasn't she the reason he smiled and smirked? Wasn't she the reason he was happy …Happy getting along with nothing in this world. But now she's left him, she's gone All his strength has left him; he doesn't want to go on What mattered yesterday now doesn't matter at all? What he got up for has lost all its taste There's just a cold bed to return to drunken early dawn. And the birdsong seals his fate Wasn't she his fire his desire Wasn't she his night his day Wasn't she his friend his confidant Wasn't she his better half his beating heart? Or was she a liar A liar right from the start Wasn't she the reason he went to work Wasn't she the reason he smiled and smirked? Wasn't she the reason he was happy …Happy getting along with nothing in this world. Or was she a liar A liar right from the start He trusted to open, and then break his heart Burst his bubble; lose his faith in this uncaring world. Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar And not another word is heard beating in his heart.

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