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The fake smiles worked for a while

The look on your eyes, you couldn’t see through my guile

I was a little bit confused I felt a little bit used

Maybe you noticed now, all the blood on the tile.

Good god, its been a while.



You told me it didn’t matter, it was my life

But when mine became yours, yours became ours

I knew how you had to deal with this strife,

You cried for hours upon hours

Looking at this life you hated to call ours, always answering to higher powers

This love grew up like flowers,

Too bad all around my friends grow flowers.



I shoulda known you would find out sometime,

Take a look again, im not so sublime

A life of crime, a sentence of too much time

I shoulda known this shit would have come back on you

In some senses you are as much a soldier as I am

And for that I can never atone

And having said that I think itd be better if u just left me alone



Yeah it hurts to say that,

And yeah it hurts to think it,

But trust me its gonna hurt when you finally have to see what it really is

People trying to be me,

The only way to be me is to no longer have a me.

The pied piper is calling, and its time I left,

Time I walked away.



Pull me back in if you care,

Theres times I gasp for air

Theres time I realize that its no longer fair,

Why should you care?

To see this heart bare, to see this skin tear,

That’s all there’s left,

And now I think its time I left.

Don’t worry, u do what you do with a so hand deft.

Peace, its over…..

Exit, stage left.