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Plan your schedule. I get uneasy around you. Your eyes are saying something your mouth won't, and it's easy to see through your lies. Because you're a liar, a fake, with that genuine look on your face. I'm sorry I'm such a disgrace. That's why you don't make promises in the first place. On my way home, with a schedule so open, I realized I'd been wrong. I felt foolish with your hand in mine. We realized our secrets were the same.You said it's just a matter of time. You even believed your own lies.Frankly, so did I. But I've never been this happy in my life. This time I'll make time for excuses and re-use them. From Letras Mania