Shaking your head
From what I said
The words sting
Describing everything
We threw away
I would stay
But the choices made
Cut like a blade
Betrayal and lies
The love a disguise
For all the pain
With nothing gain
From this affair
I did care
I might seem strange
But things change
Everything comes to an end
You were my friend
Now I must go
If it was real I’ll never know
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Shaking your head
From what I said
The words sting
Describing everything
We threw away
I would stay
But the choices made
Cut like a blade
Betrayal and lies
The love a disguise
For all the pain
With nothing gain
From this affair
I did care
I might seem strange
But things change
Everything comes to an end
You were my friend
Now I must go
If it was real I’ll never know
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