Your words are hollow.
Your promises, dust.
You’ve been caught red-handed—not once, but repeatedly—and still you double down, weaving new lies over old scams like cheap wallpaper over rotting walls.
But the game is up.
The house is creaking.
Your words are hollow.
Your promises, dust.
You’ve been caught red-handed—not once, but repeatedly—and still you double down, weaving new lies over old scams like cheap wallpaper over rotting walls.
But the game is up.
The house is creaking.