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It Was All A Lie |
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Love is complicated |
It Was All A Lie
Now that it's over,
I can really see
And I can't believe
I ever loved you,
Because you make me sick.
I can't stand you.
You make me feel
Like a whore,
Like I'm something to be ashamed of.
But now I'm done.
I'm done with feeling
The way you made me feel.
I stood by you
Through everything,
But you were never there when i needed you
To keep me from falling.
I reached for you,
But you turned away
When I needed you most.
I had to catch myself
And sometimes I missed,
And was so tired of falling
I couldn't pick myself up.
And the hand I reached for
Wasn't yours.
The hand I grabbed
Was someone who needed me,
Who actually cared
Like you never did.
You never saw me for
Who I was
What I needed.
I would have bled for you,
given up everything,
If you'd asked.
I guess everything
Was a lie.
And I'm too sick of it
To care anymore.


