He said he would
But he was up to no good
He'd become adept at lying
And you'd become adept at believing
You sat by the corner and cried
Tears were a thing you couldn't hide
He was once that perfect soul
A soul that made you whole
And the lies broke you to pieces
The promises came yet he never ceases
He become distant and aloof
And unreliable like a leaking roof
The lies became him,
They become his constant theme
The lies became his only truth
He is silent like a derelict phone booth
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