Wipe that grin off your face,
You haven't won yet.
The truth is locked inside a box,
Inside my closet,
And I hold the only key.
And when that box is opened,
Oh the light will blind you,
And you will then remember who you were,
And hate who you have become.
So wipe that grin off your face,
It isn't over.
All will look at you in horror,
The mirror will crack,
And you will scream in pain.
You will see your own diseased soul,
And the hideous distortion of your face,
The same way the world will see you,
And everyone will run away.
The grin will be gone from your face,
And you will suffer.
For what you have done,
Cannot be undone with more lies,
Appologies will fall on deaf ears.
For every life that you destroyed,
Yours will be scarred a thousand times.
And you will walk alone with your misintentions,
But nobody will win. |
Submission Name: Old Friend
