The first time
The day I lost you,
Is the day that I hate the most,
Because that’s the day my world started breaking apart,
That’s the day I heard the lies.
I felt like I was being ripped,
My heart was beating with a dull fearful ache.
I didn’t know how to react,
Should I have confronted you that day or run away?
Or should I have applauded you for your twisted tales?
Either way, what’s done is in the past
Is something I know you would say,
But you sure do know how to make an everlasting impression,
Because let me tell you that the day you started selling lies,
Is the first time I truly hated myself,
Is the first time I really wanted to die.
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