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Demise has attracted a lifelong appeal to ease The itch of the loving No compromise steady enough to conceal the truth My paltry dependence from you I know I have been tricked again It is you they call a snake of June Because nothing of what you say is true You will see that someday soon A splitted tongue will speak to you My tried to escape From a world that I thought I knew Have drowned in their laughter Revealing my weakness to bury my love for good Has denied self-forgiveness It was all in your eyes The trust of faith, all hope and wise I chose the apple, believed your lies Felt the poison and closed my eyes... My eyes... From Letras Mania