You mock me for the things you do the same
A dreadful friend this tends to make
Am I the one who took in hand the truth
Or did I forget to mark it down?
Now I wanted it easier than this
As you forget when and why we started it
When we call it off
I hope you'll remember
How it feels to give in
The shelves now stocked with truth and lies to brim
I can not tell with this the writers eyes
The fib, the scar, the falsity, the lie
My friend you've come to lend a book of mine
When you return to give it back in time
I'll turn to look the library's full
So poorly marked the truth is harder still
To find among the stories I have told
Now I wanted it easier than this
As you forget when and why we started it
When we call it off
I hope you'll remember
How it feels to give in
I sit around with pages on the floor
A labored love of desperate tone
I'll write it down for you to understand
What it's like to be alone
But you won't read them
Now I wanted it easier than this
As you forget when and why we started it
When we call it off
I hope you'll remember
How it feels to give in
Just give in
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