No sound was made
The night I died
The music stoped
And so did I
You say you never ment it to hurt
But love is hurt, isn't it?
What do you know,
Lies and games
No truth or trust in your eyes,
Just hurt and pain,
I died when we ended,
And to you it was a game.
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