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he says he doesn't hate her
while kicking her in the ribs
sometimes words are just words
and actions are everything
he says he doesn't want her dead
while handing her the blade
sometimes actions will tell you
what words cannot say
sometimes words are just words
fiction is fiction when there is no proof
fiction becomes prediction when it actually comes true
fiction becomes prediction when it actually comes true
I didn't want him to die
If only he'd had a survival guide

If such a guide existed
He wouldn't have been so twisted

It's painful to hear the truth
That he died because of you

So you choose to hide
In your comfortable denial
you choose to hide in your comfortable denial
when i look into the mirror
the glass begins to break
my appearance is beautiful
but my soul is fake
everyone believes me
but the mirror does not lie
so in a house of mirrors
there is no where to hide
there is nowhere to hide
me in the after
is the you in the before
me in the after
is the you
that i am waiting for
me in the after is the you in the before
people are so scared of each other
they can not make eye contact
in the super market
on a crowded train
they keep their heads bowed
praying i will leave
like i have a bomb hidden
underneath my sleeve
i take a crazy leap of faith
say hello
give a friendly wave
then wait for them to detonate
they keep their heads bowed
feed me lies like you feed me chocolate cake
make me a chocolate cake for each mistake
so you can feed me chocolate cake like you feed me lies
one lie per bite
a fair price
one lie per bite
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