So still, I've played this fool
The game of lonely talks
A clever thought this ruse
I find a shallow heart

A better lie once told
that truth is born by tools
And one by one, we've folly’d
Bound inward between ourselves

Be cautious and risk it all
No better life waits at ends
And all we've left to prove
Is an existence, left to apprehend

Based on imitations of perfect lives
Written by history of imperfect words
Made scripted by every human being
A temporary actor leading every act

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