The Cost of Their Lies

y familiar floral comforte

right, and a wave

sweet voice drifted from t

7:32 AM, April 12th – the

le too wide, wanting to borrow my Mu

r, mangled, a body on the as

er manipulative ways, handing

an, then, with my boyfriend Mike's help,

against their calculated

dragged from my apartment by

he side of the highway,

imbs, the memory of her betrayal and

as I

people who orchestrated my destruct

ot and living, si

y voice was steady as I said the single, def

y wouldn't get