Found My Home, in Your Lying Eyes

I’d, found my home, in your, lying eyes, and, it wasn’t, the right place to be for me, and yet, I couldn’t, help myself, but falling, deeper for you, again, and again, over, and over.

like this???  Not my photo…

Found my home, in your, lying eyes, what is it, about those, baby blues anyways?  I can’t understand why you have, this strong hold on me, I know you’re not good for me, but, it’s this, deadly attraction I’d felt, towards you, again, and again.

Found my home, in your, lying eyes, that’s NO good, I just have to, wait, for this feeling of whatever the F*** (maxed out, remember???) this is called, to wear off, and maybe, I’d be, totally, immune, from that look that you’d, flash me…

not my photograph…

Found my home, in your lying eyes, that’s not right, how can I, build a home, with lies as the foundation?  Oh, I can’t, but, I’m still, allowing you, to hold my heart hostage, and looks like, there’s, no way out for me ever!

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