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There is nothing more sad than being lied to by someone you love. But what is even worse is perpetuating that lie by turning a blind eye to it.
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|by Tess Templer
How could you think that l wouldn't know,
When we're so close?
The lies - The deception.
How could you think they wouldn't show?
So you want to live in a fantasy world?
Go Ahead - I don't care.
Say the words you said were just for me,
When some other girl is there?
Someone told me, but l didn't believe it.
Just bitchin' - Wasn't true.
Discontentment and jealousy talking,
Of the love l had for you.
So go on with the pretense, Babe.
World's a stage. We're actors too.
Go on believing your illusion,
While l believe in my dream too.
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