(eleanor mcevoy)



I wasn't the kind to ask questions

I wasn't the kind had the time

I wasn't the kind with a suspicious mind

Now I'm kind of sorryoh how I'm sorry

It's not what you did has me sleepless

It's not what you did has me aching so much

It's not what you did that is hurting the most

It's the lies that you toldcovering up



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Pleaseplease don't say how much you think of me

Pleaseplease don't say how much you cared

Pleasedon't say that you'd never lie to me

Spare me those lies you've prepared.



I'm not above feeling foolish

I'm not above being betrayed

I'm not abovesinging stories of love

But God how my stories have changed

It's not what you did has me sleepless

It's not what you did has me aching so much

It's not what you did that is hurting the most

It's lies that you told methose lies that you told me.



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