Just another day full of lies and goodbyes
And trifles like staples in pincushion dolls,
The voodoo that we do all the work for you
So bitches with itches can get paid to nit pick
Then smile at the bosses like they did the hard work
Again morning comes full of lies and goodbyes
After nights full of fake dreams that die upon waking
To leave eyes wide weeping and alibis shaping
On lips that were faking while memories faded
In hearts that grew jaded from too many uses
By someone who lied and then said goodbye
Until hope slowly died, followed by pride
And nothing much mattered except for the chatter
Of voices who used to have faces once dear
But finally faded to whispers of ghosts
Lost in the shadows of lies and goodbyes.

Sonja Torres 2000


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