Living out the rest of my life
Through someone else’s eyes.
See them for who they are
Not what they ought to be.
Seeing through these lies
The truth will set you free.
The guilty ones, they know
They know that it’s not me.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 3:28 PM UTC
Living out the rest of my life
Through someone else’s eyes.
See them for who they are
Not what they ought to be.
Seeing through these lies
The truth will set you free.
The guilty ones, they know
They know that it’s not me.
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