I preach about love, 
I preach about faith.
I preach about the lies, 
that hide behind your face.
The lies that made me cry
and pushed our friendship toward its goodbye.
I preached about forgiveness, 
but never did I forgive.
I wish the world
and fell with that last kiss.
What have I done, 
when I've been preaching a lie? 
The only real preacher
has already died.                
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