It could have been a perfect crime
But I refused to be a perfect victim
But then justice is blind
The lies began to look like the truth as it seems.
Sweet words from the mouth of the criminal
While angst came from mine
How can I utter sweet words when I'm the one who have been aggravated
And your words are poison lurking in a glass of wine.
But I will refuse to be the perfect victim of injustice
I will stand up tall in spite of a losing battle
A war inside covered by a wall of peace
But I'll be guarding my ground with a sword underneath my girdle.
P.s.
You can look me straight to the eyes NOT because you're sincere...
BUT because you're EXPERT in lying.