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October.19.1998 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

All these lies 
I'm getting sick of them 
Sometimes I think I should say my good-byes 
They are growing so fast like an infested stem 

You tell me one thing 
Then you tell me another 
Your promises you never bring 
It's amazing we're still together 

I try to hold on 
But you make me so mad 
To the point I can't take it anymore 
Letting go will only make me sad 
These lies and promises are becoming a bore 

I love you too much 
But all these lies got to leave 
Even though I'll miss your soft gentle touch 
One day I'll be gone then you'll believe 
That i got fed up with all these lies 
It became too much 

no more kissing 
No more blue skies 
You'll be missing 
No more lies 
Stop now before it's too late 
Stop before I lose all fate 

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