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Why does he call so late
After he knows your eyes are closing You're sleeping so late after hours of work Beyond the legal hours You say he wants free So why don't just send his friends some jokes He can send it to every number Then he will use up the credit Then get weekends free I can twist your lies You maybe a beautiful Liar Except i can see beyond I have had a phone longer WAY LONGER Than any of you I been a teenager in this country Baby I know the lies I know all the tricks I may have been so quite Except I know When a lie is a lie If it was not a lady Why wasn't your phone beside the bed Like it was for years Why could i not find it Why was your pocket full of money After swearing to God you didn't have none If you don't love me Nor wanna support me or care for me Why are you here You cried about petrol This is wasting the way Coz you got nothing to do or say Just a place to stay Like our home is a hostol Go stay at the BNB Go anywhere Why depress me further Yet i am called a liar Walk into my bruising Painful heart and soul Then you can see i am not the liar If i walked into you You'll be all full of lies You may have broken my heart Except its made me a better judge of character So when you leave i know i got something Your just gonna be taking a suitcase full of old memories Vote for this poem
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