Lie to Yourself.

Keep satisfying yourself with your lies.
One day, the world will know the truth
And you will have nowhere to hide.Keep telling yourself that I'm the girl who hangs out with guys.
And they're just best friends of mine.
But the ugly truth is that
You're dating one of them and leading the other on.
You were never their true friend.
You were just an insecure biatch all along.Keep telling yourself that I'm the girl who hangs out with guys.
That I can talk to them about anything.
But the ugly truth(like you) is that
You don't care for either and you've been using them for long.
You just want your evil plans to succeed.
That's about all.You can conveniently light friendships on fire
You can easily tear friends apart.
You are a biatch of the highest order.
And no seems to notice at all.
Because you hide beneath that purdah
Of helplessness and immaturity
Say that you help people
Release them from their grief.
But all you do is light fires
And cook up stories.
Because no one ever gave you attention
And now you need it desperately.Keep telling yourself that you are a nice person after all.
But people who actually know you
Will tell you that you are upto no good, that's all.
All you do is make people cry.
You give shitty reasons.
You don't even try.
Keep satisfying yourself with all those lies.Keep telling yourself that you are a good person.
That you are friends with all.
But you are caught up in your own lies.
Tangled in threads and sheets of evil lies.
You face tells a different story.
But your heart is black like tar.
And so, you'll never be beautiful.
Because of that rotten black heart.You, Miss, are a biatch of the highest order.
What can I say now.
I wonder.