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Who are you to wave that pointer at my face?
digging your own grave to my heart beats pace,
still pretending to be dead to see your grace,

difficult to dance around while dying in a lie,
even though i see green my thoughts are in the sky,
wait lemme massage this knot, lotion she applied,

why must my mind always give me the blame?
lying telling everyone i'm OK, like pain is the same,
life is a ride i enjoy so i just play the game,

sometimes when you expect you usually get hurt,
more times then not it will never work,
just a worthless, thoughtless, emotionless jerk,

the lie alone takes every breath to pretend,
cause the way i love you can never send,
my demons to their fatal end.