You remind me of the uncomfortable silence you get after it comes to the truth
And you always smell of the lies you produce
I am lost in a labyrinth when I think of you
I am crying because you never told me anything true.
I am sick with excuses and broken promises
Each day I would hope this lie was the last of this
The end of the first broken promise
The end of your unfaithful kiss.
I fell far from the pedestal I had you on
It's been 3 years since you've been gone
And I think of you when they play our song
But here at the end you are still all wrong.
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