i've got a little feeling that you've been telling me all that i wanted to hear. sincerely, you wrote your words with the finest ink of a voice i had to believe it with no other choice i had discovered, that you wrote the best of what you said under the influence of lies under the covers of your bed with a flashlight and pen you wrote over the truth with your lies, you've changed now and then being my best friend, to my biggest enemy i trusted you, like you trusted me i don't need your comfort anymore got myself and i to comfort me thats all i need i've got it all, but written in a little sentence with a scent of hope to keep it a pretty hense i hope all of this turns into my past and i'll look back and say "its something that happened, but is said to be past tense"