The Bus Stop

I stood on the street, where we used to live

I looked up to the lamplights, that reflected onto me.

I walked to the bus stop where we used to kiss goodbye

And I broke down and I cried

And I cried and I cried

For all the ways I loved,

And all the ways you lied.

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Deception

is the wors betrayal - lies have no answer possible. - :S