Too many promises broken,
Too many lies spoken,
Why Those lies were told,
Only one of us kno,
They were told and thats a fact,
I bet you wish I'd cut you some slack,
But that first lie was far too many,
And you said it without any meaning,
That lie was that you loved me,
I really thought you were the key,
The key to that door,
The one that leads me out of this storm...
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