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Something in the way you talk
makes every warning rise,
you paint your lies in pretty words
and hide them in your eyes.
You tell me I'm imagining
the things I clearly see,
but every time you change the story,
you change reality.
Why is the truth so difficult?
Why must you twist and bend?
How many times can I forgive
before forgiveness ends?
You smile while you're deceiving me,
like I'm too blind to know.
But every lie you bury deep
still finds a way to show.
You get beneath my skin,
you crawl into my head,
you leave me questioning the things
you swore you never said.
I wanted truth, I wanted trust,
I wanted something real.
Instead, you gave me pretty lies
and taught me how they feel.
So don't look at me with innocent eyes,
don't tell me I'm confused.
I've heard enough of your excuses,
I've seen the way you choose.
You can keep your polished stories,
your alibis and games.
I'm done protecting someone
who won't even speak my name.
I loved you through the questions,
I stayed through every doubt,
but love can't keep surviving
when the truth keeps bleeding out.
So if you want to lie, then lie.
If that's the way you choose,
just don't expect me to remain
the person you can use.
Because I finally see the difference
between what's real and what you hide
and I'd rather face the truth alone
than live beside another lie.
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