Your heart is dying,
If it’s not already dead,
You’re so use to lying,
You don’t know if it’s all in your head
I use to trust you,
With all of my heart,
But I don’t know if I should believe you,
I think it’s best if we part
Don’t ask for another chance,
You’ve run out of time,
You’ve lied more times than I count,
You could have stopped at anytime
But you chose not to,
And that was your mistake,
Don’t worry I’ll forgive you,
But never again
I can’t believe,
That I though we were meant to be,
You were always so fake,
Now that I look back
But I was so caught up,
With being in love,
I couldn’t see through your lies,
But now I do
I’m so glad I noticed,
Before it was too late,
I thought it was all true,
All of your lies,
Lying is something to depise…
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