Art of Soul-Searching

You said you loved my big eyesand how with every blink it it made your heart beatbut never mentioned why you always made them cryIt seems as if everything you said was a lie And I tried and tried and tried to fix what we had going onI kept asking myself whyUntil my heart broke apart into pieces trying to find the reasonsMaybe im not who im suppose to beEvery hate comment i've ever seen teared me until I shed pleads See maybe im not who im suppose to beI let every tiny thing get to meUntil everythings the death of meI used to feel as if he was all i needNow my mind is in jumble now I dont know who i seeWas it you or was it heeither wayI still feel the need to askWhy am I in this train of mindWho am I?Who am I?but yet i still lie and I die and diea little bit insideWhen you ask me who am I and I have to lieSo forgive meMy failure to deliverA notion that not even I have manipulated

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