You don't get to speak
About my moral character
You know, I know you lied so much and so deeply
You can't criticize me
On truthiness
You are its antithesis
You wanted to be 'a different kind of girlfriend' to the next notch
Your deceptiveness
Is expressed in crows feet
You look tired
Old
There's no heat in your chest
To keep your skin from withering
And I'm fiddling with fancy words
When a simple expression will suffice
You're a turd
About my moral character
You know, I know you lied so much and so deeply
You can't criticize me
On truthiness
You are its antithesis
You wanted to be 'a different kind of girlfriend' to the next notch
Your deceptiveness
Is expressed in crows feet
You look tired
Old
There's no heat in your chest
To keep your skin from withering
And I'm fiddling with fancy words
When a simple expression will suffice
You're a turd
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