"I'm leaning on your bed with a liar blanket"

She thought, she could flee from the sadness even just for an hour, however, she's just hoping too much,

It seems that was a blink of a pretty-smile that turned out to a bitter-throb.

Then she realised: sometimes expecting someone's words was seemed drowning yourself of believing the words of truth and a half of lies;

It was seems lighting a candle without a pledge of strong cover against the wind;

The fire will succumb and the words you had left-spoken,

Was just a false-chance to whom who believed with all their heart:

Shame on your sweet-weak words! shame on your recklessness letting such a wonderful words without assurance!

You we're a great manipulator left me with a traumatic-cicatrice of trust.

Isn't it cruel that I am hoping for your nightmare-con​science?

Well a cruel deserve a cruel response.