The friend i had,
made me glad.
She had told me that i was right,
And i liked the feeling it had brought.
Most surely she lied
And i know how painful it is to the soul.
Lies are still lies,
And they make some things fade fast.
The friend i had,
I made her glad.
I had told her she was right.
She liked me much more than i thought
And it was probably the most painful feeling she has ever had .
Lies are still lies,
And i made her glad with a little bit of doubt.
Each time i lied,
She looked at me and i lost some of my fire.
Each time i made her glad,
Insecurity in her towards me grew.
I made her glad but happiness and lies all the time are not right.
Lies are still lies,
And then one day i was blown down,
And she told me that with a careless side,
It was wrong to lie,
Happiness is not a strong line.
Lies are still lies,
And that's when i learned truth with sadness is fine.
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