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Jul 2018
Bathe my mind in beatiful lies
Until the truth is nowhere you can find
Wash the bad of my limbs
Until confusion is all that it feels.
Cut out the weight from my chest
Pin it down with never ending chains.
Take the pain away from my head,
Please I'll rather live in bad then be dead.
Fool me, tell me I am dreaming
Fake and virtuality seems so much better
Than cruel reality and this feeling.
Warm me up or at least tell me the cold isn't here.
Tell me it's warm even if I shiver.
Because lies are my truth and pain is my giver.
So show me love even if it's fake
Because for now pretty lies is all I can take.
stranger
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