©2010 No rhyme or good reason
He spoke out of innocence
sitting between us,
telling what you'd whispered
I look at you,reading control
your expression, blaring stress
you didnt want him to say it.
You turn up the music
to drown him out
he doesnt stop talking
he is telling on you
"shout' written on your face
Lies being told ,brains washed
I know what you do to them
they're kids but you dont care
ruining their honor with your way
you'll pay and pay and pay.
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