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You mock me for the things you do the same A dreadful friend this tends to make Am I the one who took in hand the truth Or did I forget to mark it down? Now I wanted it easier than this As you forget when and why we started it When we call it off I hope you'll remember How it feels to give in The shelves now stocked with truth and lies to brim I can not tell with this the writers eyes The fib, the scar, the falsity, the lie My friend you've come to lend a book of mine When you return to give it back in time I'll turn to look the library's full So poorly marked the truth is harder still To find among the stories I have told Now I wanted it easier than this As you forget when and why we started it When we call it off I hope you'll remember How it feels to give in Letras de canciones I sit around with pages on the floor A labored love of desperate tone I'll write it down for you to understand What it's like to be alone But you won't read them Now I wanted it easier than this As you forget when and why we started it When we call it off I hope you'll remember How it feels to give in Just give in From Letras Mania