Guilty Goodbye
Every little thing, every little season.
Gave me a reason.
That everything about you was a lie.
A meaning less, guiltless, twisted up, screwed up,lie.
That maybe could of willed, but instead killed.
The clock was ticking not much was said.
Until the day I was dead.
One last thing that was wrote: Goodbye my love
Please Don't Cry.
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