he was a liar I know, but it sounded like sweet nothings in my ears. the kind I'd yearn for.

I hate when people lie to my face, or behind my back. but I use to love his Sweet nothings, they'd appear in my dreams, and I truly believed we'd have a happily ever after.

the fountain of lies is over flowing, but who is doing this? maybe it's the lies I'm telling myself, that I'll never get over it, that I'll never be better from that time in my life..

the fountain of lies spills over, it overflows with uncertainty.