When I was low, You gave me your hand. Pulled me up; With my head out the sand. But when I got better, Your love went away. I obtained new friendships; You wanted me to pay. You walked out the door, Your explanation a mess. You left me for dead; The friend called your best. We've now not spoken, For two months, it's true. But trust me when I say; I'm not dealing without you. You knew I wouldn't cope, Yet you still walked out. With a lame excuse; That filled me with doubt. I've come to my conclusion, That your love was a lie. You stayed for that long; Just to leave me to die.
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