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He walked through the door and hestitated with a lie
A lie that I knew would destroy him better than
I
The speech from his eyes spoke the smell of a cheater
And he still walked through our door think'n he can
beat herrrr
I let him beat the lie that he gathered while I smiled with intuition
I let him consume his last meal that uttered his favorite smell
I let him smile at me with pain in his heart that scared him to death
I let him reason with meditation to wonder what I was thinking
I let him finish his meal as an ordeal promising to keep quite
Then I...
Let him walk out the door with still hestitation and his heart full of lies
and he still will never know
that he can't
beat herrrrr
