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Void

There’s nothing inside But a deep, deep hole It’s all black and white Color’s just a fairy tale Does anything really matter? Does anyone really care? Purpose is just a word In a language I can’t speak Satiate yourself With fables and lies Put your hands over your eyes So you can’t see what’s coming for you Have you ever really thought for yourself? It doesn’t seem that way to me You buy everything they’re selling Without glancing at the price Some days I just want to close my eyes Illusion myself with your fake world But I cut away my eyelids long ago And oh, how they burned and bled. You’re so good at wishful thinking The best I’ve ever known But now you’re sitting in a white room Full of people And you’re all alone. You have nothing left to love But your bootleg friends And a counterfeit future

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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