I've been trying to
make something of myself.
But when I look all I can find,
is the lives I've made up in my mind
Spilling out.
And I wonder,
If I never told a lie again,
Would I do better, at keeping my friends?
Or would I still drive them all away
Anyway,
Three years in and I stopped thinking,
A couple more and
it just spills out, people and places and things I've never
seen or done, but,
if everyone believes you is it true?
I was scared before but,
not anymore and,
That's why I cant decide on you
If you're true or real or know anything about me,
or if it's just another perception of me
Created as a fantasy, turned my reality.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
I've been trying to
make something of myself.
But when I look all I can find,
is the lives I've made up in my mind
Spilling out.
And I wonder,
If I never told a lie again,
Would I do better, at keeping my friends?
Or would I still drive them all away
Anyway,
Three years in and I stopped thinking,
A couple more and
it just spills out, people and places and things I've never
seen or done, but,
if everyone believes you is it true?
I was scared before but,
not anymore and,
That's why I cant decide on you
If you're true or real or know anything about me,
or if it's just another perception of me
Created as a fantasy, turned my reality.
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