i see you
all styled hair
and dressy shoes
a fake face wall
in front of all
and i stare
behind the noisefull choir
i hear the whispers of depair
and tire
my soul could not care less
for what you care about
and i do doubt
you lived at all
while you would give away
each moment for another one
and waste
the splendid taste of live
on lies
with listening to you im done
why oh can´t i close my eyes

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