i've spent the last few nightsnsince i first found outntortured by the phone and it makes more sense to be filled with doubtnso you moved too soonnso you're lost to mennow i can't find your voice and the words you speak and it's terrifyingnit's strange to antiquate something old like truthni find it rather bold in the ways you chose to expose your youthnso you're different nownso i made you sadnand i can't find the map that was marked to lead to the heart you hadnn_ soonni'll forgive and forget about younand any memory of what you are to me will be washed awaynand sure, i'm sad to lose, but i will conceive thatnit was beautiful but sometimes cruel _nand it's strange to me how when stories changenwith those things we _nbe sad but it's not my wayni wish you wellnstill our lovenhope you're happy nownor at least happier than when truth was truena lie for lifengoodbye ngoodbye ngoodbye