What's in your pockets? A hand full of heart. Not need, not want, not nothing but my love.
Why not more? Nothing else. I'm a needy person who needs more than just some help.
You treat me like you would treat a dog. You claim your heart is with me, lies are for lying.
Lies are for lying.
Sick of all your nasty lies you used to win my heart.
Lies are not for romance they are used to split apart.
You come to me and tell me something that is supposedly impressive.
But really it just turns me off and makes me more depressive.
Nasty dirty talking devil, say your God is on your side.
Nature is the only mine, in my life without your crime.
You can sit their with your lies your parents come to tell you,
but what the hell are you going to do when it comes back to bite you?
I may not see, but it does not change how I feel or the way I am.
And how I feel about you... and your lies.