betray
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Where can I be? I am only a roundabout,
Who can I be? I am only a roundabout,
How can I be? I am only a roundabout.
You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat flew around. As I sold you secrets by the pound.
Betrayal is indeed a bitter pill to swallow
one I never thought I'd have to taste
shows my naivety
betrayal never crossed my mind
so I never thought of it in others
now I ache deep in my heart
her garden flourished
flowers of every kind
in every color imaginable
she took good care of her garden
kept the weeds away
never let any thorns grow