Forgiveness does not come cheap the second time around.
Once,
The first,
the finely spun tale was believed;
was accepted.
And friendship blossomed between us again.
The inevitable happened once more.

The excuses and the lies that you told.
You said them so sincerely,
you probably believed them yourself.
But the excuses were for my ears,
alone.
They were not needed for friend number 2, 3 and 4.
Only for this one.
The supposed friend number one.

I always have to learn to trust anew,
because of people like you.
I always get let down.
Being used,
dejected
and left on my own.
I have no tears left to spend on you the second time around.

So drive over one last time.
Exchange our boxes of past memories.
If I dont have those things to look at,
I wont ever have to think of you.