It feels like you wanted me to be gone
I tried not to listen
You said they were lying
I tried to look behind the dark
To spot the light
But are they really lying?
Or am I lying?
Am I looking for something that doesn't exist?
Is it a white lie covered in black
Or a hidden truth covered by a dazzling lie
Which one is it
Who has the answer?
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
