Love and Lies
What is love ?
WhenYou are looking down instead of above?
Why do we cry and want to die?
Maybe theirs a demon living inside.
Do you hear my voice as it cracks a lie?
I smile telling you I'm going to be alright.
But I've gave up. I'm tired of trying.
I'll tell you I'm okay but if it's to do with love
I'm probably lying.
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