What goes up,

Must come down.

So will my smile,

Become a frown?

And will my cruelness,

Come back around? 

Will Karma finally, 

Have me bound?

Will she have mercy,

Or will she let me bleed?

I know my honesty,

Is all she needs. 

Because of all the lies,  

That i've said. 

I've woven my lies, 

Thread by thread by thread.

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