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so aren't you disappointed yet, wasting a kiss at a point in time when brothers betray and lovers fall away from truth with eyes closed tight and it's only cold at night when you sleep alone after drinking alone with her picture propped up against your phone so aren't you disappointed yet, mouth in fist at a point in time when no one's supposed to find out about it but can he still lie about it through the silence of baby's breath out of sight, out of mind, right? well how does he sleep at night knowing it's all painted and knowing it's all fake, oil based, two faced and drowning in the makeup that she cakes her filthy face with drowning in the makeup that cakes her lying face waking up on the wrong side of golden eyes yours finally opened to the stooping low trends of a her and a him that could give two shits about telling the ugly truth to a loving and trusting you, a once loving and trusting you and now it's the same cliché crutches again different chicks in different beds, drugs, alcohol and Radiohead drinking with or without best friends to "Ok Computer" or "The Bends" sorry, but "Drugs" and "Kid A" were too cliché even for me but you know this From Letras Mania