I love you;
I need you;
I miss you...
those were all lies,
the things you told me
the summer long ago.
I didn't believe them at first,
I didn't want to,
but eventually, I came around to it.
but you never meant them.
You were the person
my mom warned me about.
You lied,
You used,
You cheated,
But yet I'm the one who cried.
So why the lies in the first place?
Was I not worth the truth?
So word of advice for your next victim,
don't lie to her face,
don't hurt her,
don't break her,
like you did me.
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