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Talking bad
Behind my back...
I hear some people talking bad about me,
In front of me...
I hear some of their many beautiful lies
Trying to impress me.
But in the end, I found out
Some friends were my enemies instead,
I let them go from my life,
And I slowly move on all alone on my path.
My story doesn't end when someone leaves,
I lost a dream but not all my dreams.
Autumn sheds the leaves from the trees,
But they turn green in the spring.
© roxana
I hear some people talking bad about me,
In front of me...
I hear some of their many beautiful lies
Trying to impress me.
But in the end, I found out
Some friends were my enemies instead,
I let them go from my life,
And I slowly move on all alone on my path.
My story doesn't end when someone leaves,
I lost a dream but not all my dreams.
Autumn sheds the leaves from the trees,
But they turn green in the spring.
© roxana
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