Am sick of your lies,
or how you say it? Miscommunication.
It sounds the same to me.
How can you lie to me,
when we have been through so
much.
I trusted you,
like how you trusted me.
I never alter the truth,
or changed my story.
My stories and answers were all
true,
how about you?,
how much I know
about you is true?.
Is your name really what it is,
or you going to hide that too.
I was about to put a band on your finger,
to stay forever and ever.
I guess,
I should put a lie detector on
your finger instead.
All I wanted from you was,
"The Real Understanding, The Honesty".
Take the first letter from each of those words,
T.R.U.T.H.
Can't do that,
don't want you,
bye bye.
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