Lost Liar
She’s in a Forrest, stripped and scared
walking on the bones of people, who cared.
Spinning around in circles, she finds herself alone
running away from the thought, that she’s now on her own
A job well done, she’s killed everyone around
now she’s begging to just hear a single sound
sticks may break, and stones may fall
but with the wounds in tact, she might as well crawl
No road to be found, No people to save
and they told her if she didn’t stop, she would be digging her own grave.
but she didn’t listen and she didn’t care
now she was wishing, everybody was there.
she walks motionless around the trees
she gives up asking as she begins to freeze
she falls down crying, with her clothes faded and torn
while she wondered why she was ever even born
