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A whispered word before it died

I never even cried

It started well, I hoped it would

You'd be the friend I thought you could

We got along

Friends for so long

But nothing lasts forever

You promised me you'd never

Tell me a lie

Without a reason why

But it's not good enough

We've both had it rough

Good things don't come easily

And now I see

For us too late

A victim of your own fate

I hope that it was worth my heart

To tear my whole wide world apart

Scar me to my core

A love that I now feel no more

Empty on the inside

A whispered word before it died

I think it lied