What is the point of lying? Or cheating?
Feel free to answer. I'm all out of ideas here.
You exhaust me.
You drive me crazy everyday.
I miss the old days.
Things were easy.
Things were innocent.
Before you screwed all this up.
So I'll tell myself "It's you, not me".
You're the cold one.
You're the bad guy.
Not me.
Whatever helps you sleep at night I suppose.
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