Poser

You gave me a note
It gave me some hope
To what you could have been
If you had not done that awful sin

The sin of lying
That which sent me crying
And as you sit there confused
Think about the one you used

Used for fun and games
now holds steady rains
You are not to be who you said you were
Which what made me lure

I do not hold grudges
Only if I did
Would I hold onto the past
At which I hope to mask





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