Monday, August 17, 2009

Something I Say

I see her in the break room, and she asks how I am
"Fine, thanks"
But I'm not
It's just something I say


He steps into my office, asks about my weekend
"It was great"
But it wasn't
It's just something I say


I lie as easily as I breathe, it seems,
The words leaving my lips as effortlessly as you left me


I see you sometimes, at our places
"Take care"
But I don't mean it
It's just something I say

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