Wipe the smile off your face.
Where you went washed away
the trust we built between us—
you burned the bridge clean through
and still act like you’re innocent.
Washed Away
A place to show my work
A place to show my work
Wipe the smile off your face.
Where you went washed away
the trust we built between us—
you burned the bridge clean through
and still act like you’re innocent.
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