A pair of blue hands with one hanging limp in the air, and the other hold onto its wrist. Their nails are painted neon pink.

White lie

I don’t think of you anymore.

I don’t think of what could have been,

Or what I could have said.

And here I thought I would be forever haunted,

By your goodbye.

Or was it your white lie?

Leaving me high and dry.

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