Faces of Fakery
Indeed you’re not him
Yet the mentality is like you’re his twin
I’m no longer trying to win
I’ve suffered enough from within in his sin
Tempting me to come in
Indeed you’re not him
Yet your words are sharp
As clear as David was playing with his harp
Who told you to make a play for my heart
Isn’t this how all dreams start
But yet and still they fall apart
Indeed you’re not him
The touch of your hand
Give me musical dysphoria from a band
Sinking in brokenness like quick sand
I figured you already had this planned just like he brought me his emotional contraband
Indeed you’re not him
So remove the mask so I can see
Begging and pleading with the powers that be
When did you have time to take his class
Now you’re acting just like his well you know the rest
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