Lying Hands And Cheating Hearts

You are playing games with the devil
As your cheating hands and lying hearts
Seek to fulfill something inside
You that's missing

A conscience perhaps?
Instead of looking for someone
Else to take that spot
You should look at the hole

Where your soul should be
And decide how you can
Weave some moral fiber
Instead of lies

And as you begin this journey
With your partner of deceit
Please know that you will not
Have one moment of peace

Because if they did it
To their last love
They will do it to you
My love.............

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