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Blame But Yourself For Such a Treachery
Blame but yourself for such a treachery, For retaliating and repeating the same sad symphony. Betrayal, Betrayal, isn’t it in your eyes That lies that tragedy? Blame but yourself for soothing sighs With sleepless nights and endless cries. Denial, Denial, you failed to see What I worked hard to emphasize. What God had drawn for you and me Was greatly torn and tortured glee Trial, Trial, it has fled, Feigned forlorn friendship had to flee. The power of trust that has been shed, And all the lies that have been said Brought you into lasting lust and rusting rage That came to claim while you were in bed. Blame but yourself for this rage That has come to grow with age, Betrayal, Betrayal, you have been blind, Tearing up the crucial page. I’ve been helplessly trying to find A way to get u off my mind. Trial, Trial, set me free, Never was I meant to cleave and bind. Why have you chosen the pronoun “she” Like escaping a sting of bee? Denial, Denial, in front of you I stand steady, here’s the key. If you had gotten to know what’s true, I would’ve had the guts to rue, Betrayal, Betrayal, nothing to blame you for; About love, you haven’t got a clue.
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