Your Lies . . .
You were the one, I thought would be there forever. You were my best friend, Despite the drama you created.
I took your threats, I dealt with your issues, I was always there for you.
But, your problem? Your problem is you don't know a friend when you see one.
A friendship is built on many things. Communication. Reliability. Compatibility. Trust....
Your lies stabbed me in my back. It hurt at first, Sure. But, still, I stood by you. After every b/f, I was there. Through every depression, I was there.
Now, because of your lies, I am backing off. I have enough problems to deal with, I don't need lies on top of it!
I'm sorry, I truly am. I probably shouldn't be. I was your friend, And it didn't bother you one bit, To lie, Even to steal.
Well, thanks a lot. Once I get that knife from my back, I might return the favor some day.
Well, You can thank your lies, Cause of them, I wont be there when you cry. Hope your happy now... Oh, I forgot, Your afraid to be happy . . .
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