Irony (or Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire)

I don’t miss you when we’re apart.

I am just as well without you.

I don’t need your approval.

Your opinion doesn’t matter to me.

You’re just another pretty face.

There are plenty of fish in the sea.

You aren’t the best thing about me.

My every heartbeat doesn’t echo your name.

I  won’t love you ’til I die.

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