If my lips were to speak would they tell you,
Exactly what you long to hear?
Because you’d rather live an illusion,
Than have to cope with the fear.
Those lies weave a beautiful story,
One that you wish you could live,
You immerse yourself in the darkness,
Filling your lungs with the sin.
As you breathe deep the poison I’ve fed you,
You forget what reality was,
My words shape your every emotion,
And you lose the true meaning of love.
But when you wake up, you will realize,
It was only a matter of time,
Before the fog cleared and you were left standing,
Alone, with nowhere to hide.
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