Is it too late,
To remind you.
How we once were,
What was the truth.
You listened to,
All of their lies.
You didn't trust,
The truth of mine.
You believed them,
Instead of me.
You didn't think,
What I could be.
You never thought,
You were mislead.
Lies you believed,
Not truth instead.
You know better,
Of who I am.
Their focal point,
Ain't worth a damn.
Just one 'xample,
Of just one time.
When you knew me,
But believed them.
Judge by yourself,
You know what's right.
You know my life,
More than they might.
Is it too late,
To late for us.
We once were friends,
Until this stuff.
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