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BELIEVING THAT I LIED
I know that it always hurts
When I think of you,
And I know it always will
Every time I do.
The memory of what we had
Just won't go away,
And knowing that it turned out bad
Darkens each new day.
| know when we said goodbye
Something in me died;
You seemed to be so very sure
When you said I lied.
It wasn't just the words you used
...Wednesday 16th November 2011 2:16 pm
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