You started telling stories
About when we were young
But you don't have all your facts straight
You don't have even one
Whatever became of loyalty?
You sold your friends out for the royalties
You can't even meet my gaze
But you act like you're completely amazed
You can't give back what you already took
You can't take back what you wrote in your book
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
You started telling stories
About when we were young
But you don't have enough distance
For the truth to find the sun
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
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You started telling stories
About when we were young
But you don't have all your facts straight
You don't have even one
Whatever became of loyalty?
You sold your friends out for the royalties
You can't even meet my gaze
But you act like you're completely amazed
You can't give back what you already took
You can't take back what you wrote in your book
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
You started telling stories
About when we were young
But you don't have enough distance
For the truth to find the sun
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
About when we were young
But you don't have all your facts straight
You don't have even one
Whatever became of loyalty?
You sold your friends out for the royalties
You can't even meet my gaze
But you act like you're completely amazed
You can't give back what you already took
You can't take back what you wrote in your book
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
You started telling stories
About when we were young
But you don't have enough distance
For the truth to find the sun
Whatever became of compassion?
When did a kiss turn into a shove?
Whatever became of honesty?
Whatever became, whatever became of love?
Writer: Westwork
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