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Oct 2014
I've told so many lies,
Just to keep myself sane.
I've lied to people,
Just to keep away the pain.

I can tell you anything,
With whatever expression you need to see.
And I can always, at the drop of a hat,
Be whoever I have to be.

I know everyone around me,
And all of the cracks they try to hide.
But my guilded tongue,
Finds them every time.

I could tell you everything,
That you never wanted to hear.
And honestly after,
I wouldn't be any worse for wear.

I get no ball in the pit of my gut,
No butterflies eating me inside.
When I call you out on your secrets,
Those ***** things you try and hide.

You'd call me the Devil,
But truth to tell,
The Devil is honest,
Even in Hell.

It'd be closer to the truth,
If you called me a snake.
But I've no second skin,
So you can't call me fake.

Call me human,
That's all you can do.
And next time you ask me,
I won't lie to you.
Aaron Reisinger
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