Lie

No idea where the inspiration came from..

Standing out by the oak
waiting for no-one but you
but remembering the thoughts
of what you’ve put me through

Tears of regret
of knowing what you do
fall from my eyes
Please remind me why I loved you?

Why can’t perfection last?
It only stayed with us for a little longer
it would have been better
even if it was never real

I wear the bruises like trophies
of what you did to me
I can’t believe that I couldn’t
Not even see

Nothing means anything
Well, at least to you
I can’t believe I have to say this
But the love wasn’t true.

I run away
Before you appear
This has happened before
Right about here

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