Through The Lips Of A Liar

If you ask me

Never have looked your way

Had a desire to hold you

Or a thought of kissing you

Nothing of the sort



If you ask me

I’ve never had a thought of you

Never cared to know

If you think of me half as much

Not at all.



If you ask me

Seldom does your name pass my lips

Your face cross my mind

Your fingers cross my heart

Never.



If you ask me

I wouldn’t care if you cared for me

If you thought of me every day

If you loved me

No.

Because,

I Don't Love You.