They cover it up with wrapping paper,
Those shiny or glossy types
Then tie up an artsy ribbon around it,
In hues of blue and red.

They’ll give you their dazzling smile
The million dollar one
And place in the palm of your hands,
Their pretty lies.

Awestruck at their charm, you don’t know how to save yourself.
And just maybe, you don’t want to.
So you ‘ll drink the poison and love them with all your might.

The liars and their lies no matter how pretty they are, will leave.
And always leave behind the ugliest of scars


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