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Self-Deceit I paint the world the way I want to see it but that's alway's a lie when the shroud is gone I see the truth and all my faith has died no more things to say or words to write no more thoughts wholly my own I can't do this job I can't be this man this hopeless maze has grown I took a chance to reach my dreams everything else got thrown away but I bit too hard and broke my teeth now everything is in my way every word I hear is deadly every image I see is bought every item placed on a pedistol "Plastic flowers don't need a pot" I hunger for some pattern some sense in all this shit some reason to the stress I bear to know just how I fit |
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