Lies on a silver platter
For a month, I was fed
Lies on a silver platter.
Can't help but scream inside my head
When they ask me, "What's the matter?"
Every "I love you" that she said
Never meant, wish I was dead
Sounds of grief fill the silence
Some tears are better left unshed
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