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You tell me that you love me

that's a lie you've always passed.

What have you done to deserve me

what makes you think that you're the last?

The last one to be with me

the last person to make me feel.

You don't know the first thing about me

you're feelings aren't even real.

You're always telling me you miss me

but if you do it really doesn't show.

If you cared enough about me

it'd be you calling me on the phone.

Not me calling you, telling you I love you

maybe that's a lie I've always told.

Maybe I just want attention from you

maybe I just want someone to hold.

But I know as I sit and type to you

these thoughts are lies that I can't control.

I know how I trully feel about you

and that's something that I can't withold.

But you're thoughts you never tell to me

I never know what you want or feel.

So what makes you think I trust what you tell me

what makes you think that I believe your love is real.

If it is prove it, prove that your heart belongs to me

prove that I'm the bnly one you want and need.

You say that you love and miss me

but that's something I don't believe.

You don't even know what your lies do to me

don't you see how much it hurts?

You don't understand that I know when you're lying to me

because your actions speak louder than your words.