You express your meanings and you almost sound cool and deep but I can see your ribs from behind your back and your lies are steep and I also see that.
You struggle to find warmth 'cause you claim to be cold but that chill isn't the temperature,
It's your heart.
Where more lies are told.
They tell you you're pretty and smart and you matter
Which may mostly be true but they signify the latter.
When the truth is that:
We're all kindof alone.
We all kindof cry over stupid things
And we roam
Through life as bored and eager as can be.
Hoping for something to trap us in
Or sometimes set us free.
So if you take yourself
In the world of the taken
And a stylish girl is no where to be seen
You see your no one
And your heart has lied
Will you brag to me about how your blood is clean?
4.1.10
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