Everyody has a past.
Your name is the one I cannot mention
it brings conflict and tension
and causes an argument once again
he asks me questions and I cannot pretend
that you were only ever a friend
I am careful in his presence
the past has taught me a lesson
truth has to have its little exceptions
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