liar liar, set me on fire

It’s never about what they said – she said. It’s about what she did. What she didn’t do. What she meant. What she means. What they said. What they meant; but you already know that don’t you. It’s the implicit that feels just, so, explicit. Staring you right in the face. But you don’t know that it’s staring her in the face. 

So you just shut up, and wait. Wait for her to hear, to realise. To know that she lied, even if she didn’t want to. To know that she lied, even if she didn’t mean to. 

She lied, she lied. 

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