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I make my own truth Something needs to be true I do not hear your words or listen enough Defined by my lack of agreeing with you Is he frustrated you just don't hear Which means he isn't as well Not admitting hers is the one Reversed is not for sale Is it to share ideas of madness Or to prove why you must be right Did your mother forget to whisper Before each soft kiss goodnight Shadows must crumble sweet child We cannot afford them both to feel So I make own truth Because Something needs to be real
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
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I make my own truth Something needs to be true I do not hear your words or listen enough Defined by my lack of agreeing with you Is he frustrated you just don't hear Which means he isn't as well Not admitting hers is the one Reversed is not for sale Is it to share ideas of madness Or to prove why you must be right Did your mother forget to whisper Before each soft kiss goodnight Shadows must crumble sweet child We cannot afford them both to feel So I make own truth Because Something needs to be real
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
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