

Work in progressYou told me this could last, That this could work, How I wish your lies had shone brightly then, That I had looked past what could have been, Into the glaring eyes of reality, With your words, You placed rose colored glasses over my eyes, But your actions shattered them, Faded them, exposing the light.Work in progress


Past TenseTangled webs of confusion, Keep pulling me back to the past, I need to be set free, Of my emotional prison.Past Tense
Rooted to my convoluted past, Unable to grasp what lies in front of me, Preventing me from moving on, Binding me to the horrors.
Chorus-esc such: Would my life be easier, If I forgot everything that happened? Would I be able to sway, Without fear of losing my mind?
Who could possibly help, my so very lost soul? Who would want, to try to fix what is so harshly broken?
Pity has been bestoyed upon the wrong peop


DeceivedDeception is your only game, To which no one but you may win, You sometimes forget though, Who you are deceiving,Deceived
Who you are fooling.
So tell me this time, Who are you deceiving? Who has fallen victim, To your mind games? Do you even know?
Do you think for one minute, That your smoke screen is so thick, That you have got me fool? That I can't really tell?
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