beautiful lie


So blatant , so rude.
Must be confused,
On who's the real you.
 
Conflicted agendas,
Set fire to a lust so pure..
Rage in my bones,
I'll keep fighting to never endure.
A fool, a charade.
Soul, foul with decay.
Point the finger to blame,
But nobodies there, they've all been pushed away.
Hiding behind that mask never looked so good..
How does it feel to have everything?
How does it feel to have nothing?

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