Time

 

You told me that you loved me—

That was obviously a lie.

A long time ago you promised—

You would always be there for me—

You wouldn’t be like all of the other guys.

 

But time has a way of withering—

And love too falls prey to its unmerciful hands.

Just as a man wrinkles then dies—

Time changes everything—

It turns promises into lies.

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