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Fake smiles. Pretty eyes.
All inside these little white lies.
Dead inside but that's okay.
I still exist day after day.
Heartbroken, Oh well.
That just makes this a living hell.
But that's okay.
I still exist day after day
Oh I don't know how it happened
Like a song you half-ways forgot.
I fell in love, oh what a joy.
Sickly sweet, like the smell of rot.
She was beautiful, but they always are.
Blue Green eyes and brown hair
A smile like starlight
Broke my heart without a care
She left me (they always do)
I'm angry, hurt and confused
During the night, I don't know what to do
To lack happiness is what I do.
Her fake smiles. Her pretty eyes.
All inside those little white lies
Dead inside? That's okay.
I'll still exist day after day.
Heartbroken? Oh well
That just makes "life" a piece of hell.
But that's okay.
Because I'll still endure day after day.
Because I'll never forget.
That first "true" love.
Tragic and painful
Like a dead dove
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