The Lie
The lie is the thing that kills
Like the children in the old mills
All she had to do was say
and i would have walked on my way
But instead she let me fight and cry
I don't regret it for i had to try
It's okay though ill live again
and soon enough there will be no pain
i will go on and help another
Maybe this one wont be like the other
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