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a little thing called trust

a thing we call betrayal

u said u always would love me

in that i guess u failed

for you i would have given my life

for you i would have died

i wanted you to be my wife

with me forever by your side

my love i suppose isnt good enough

because you didnt care

ripped my heart to tiny pieces

an scattered it in the air

did you want to hurt me just for fun

did it give you some kind of thrill

the tangled web of lies u spun

and yet i love you still

a fool i guess is what i am

lost in agony

wishing i had your love again

wishing u cared for me

its not your fault what happens next

because you were never here

so i guess youll never kno

and never shed a tear

my body still and cold as ice

without a person near

the crimson flow run down my arm

my cries youll never hear

as death creeps up like an icy glove

to snatch my soul away

i realize it was a thing called love

that made it all this way