Phoney
Testing my patience, trying me in every way,
I can't believe this is you making me feel this way.
Though time will go on,
it seems to have stopped in its tracks,
to show my love again,
against me the odds are stacked.
to never love or trust again,
make me feel so lonely,
I guess I should have opened my eyes,
because I never took you to be a phoney.
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