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Going into not so good side
Something to believe, bonafide
Where about's in truths and lies
Does your innocence hides?
If I said, I died, would you believe?
What is truth and what is lie
I died while I'm still alive
This is truth but this is mystery
I played the music of treachery
Left no lyrics to sing
When I won as I am losing
The good in lies
Has been revealed to my eyes
Truths are not truth without it
Lies are made to complete the cycle
You and I, we're the cycle
Between us two,
Who's the lie and who's the true?
It’s always you

When we break apart and start to move on, my heart tells me no.
It’s always you and I didn’t know that you affected me that bad.      In their eyes I see you
    Holding their hand is useless cause my fingers to ache for yours.
And when I cry, it's you who I want to hold me tight.
Lying to myself is easier than admitting that I need you.
Because every corner I turn, I half expect to see you there.
When I look at him smiling, it's because my eyes have played tricks on me and I see you instead.
You are MY drug and I’m addicted
No rehab will not help.
Therapy cannot erase our memories.
This new guy can’t love me like you can
This new girl cant either.

I’ve been saying “I love you” to these new people hoping that they would pass the message onto you.

So when will you realize it?
#love #heartbreak #pain
Tell me,
letting go is part of love too,
and this is your best way of showing it.
Tell me,
Am not the problem,
neither am i the solution.
Tell me,
You need space to figure out yourself and how your not a fan of distance relationship.
Tell me,
Am just perfect but not perfect together.
Go Ahead... read me the breakup speech and let me sympathize with you for cheating on me.. #dark
Some nights I see the moon
And wonder if you see it, too
Perhaps, you do
In another universe
That hums along to another tune
Where the rich are poor
And the naughty are nice
Traverse I shall
Even if it’s only
In my mind
I used to think
I broke everything I touched
but then I realized
that wasn't true
it was only that
I was hoarding memories
of all the broken things
and forgetting
that which I'd kept whole.
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