February 4, 2009
I pick out the inconsistencies of your words,
Dying inside as I listen to you lie.
Once was forgotten, it'll happen again.
I smile; I'd never let you see me cry.
Disconnect from real life,
Cling to fantasies, forgetting the pain.
I hold back the tears, what's it worth?
In the end I loved you in vain.

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