How do people change suddenly, turning warm hearts into stone?
How do they leave us as if we were never their own?
They speak of love like a promise kept, then vanish without a trace,
Leaving us shattered and silent, while they rush to another place.
They play the part so perfectly, every word a practiced art,
But walk away so ruthlessly, tearing pieces from our heart.
Yet through their betrayal, we learn what’s false and what is true,
For those who change so speedily were never meant for you.
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