A little insight-

you lied, i died inside;

Every time I told you I loved you, I really did.
Every time I told you that you meant more to me than anyone else, I meant it.
Every time I told you every ounce of me was at your beck and call, it wasn't a lie.
But somehow, our solidified love liquified and slipped through our fingers.
Like broken glass, it'll never be the same.
The tragic part is that there wasn't glue strong enough anywhere in the world that stopped you from leaving, so you did.
So every time I told you I loved you, I really did.
Every time I told you you meant more to me than anyone else, I meant it.
Every time I told you every ounce of me was at your beck and call, it wasn't a lie.
The only lie was you.
Your smile, your "I love yous", your promises I believed every single time.
Because it led me to believe you felt the same.