Friday, February 4, 2005

Untitled 60

It's funny you pretend to be a friend who's always there for me
But in your eyes I seem to find decet; betrayl in your mind
Friend or foe you've got to go if only I could just say so
I don't recall one truth you've told ; this fantasy is getting old
So leave me now and don't return; of all that's left one lesson learned
© 2005

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