Guilty truths and pretty lies,
Life's a game that's full of ties.
We're all just pawns in this grand scheme,
Living out our lives, like a bad dream.
So let's raise a glass to the ones who lie,
And to those who fake it 'til they die.
Cheers to a life that's a constant ruse,
And to the pain we all must choose.
Oh life, what a precious gift you are,
But wait, no, that's just a twisted scar.
You're a cruel and bitter game so far,
Where success is measured by your scars.
They said that love was true,
But now I see it's just a game to you.
People play games, they tell you lies,
And all you're left with are tear-filled eyes.
Oh, the guilty truths and pretty lies,
Of life, it seems, we're all just spies.
Watching and waiting to pounce,
On the next victim we can announce.
We strut and pose and pretend,
That we've got it all until the end.
But really, we're just fumbling fools,
Playing at life like it's some game of rules.
Oh, how could I hate this world of deceit,
Where people smile while they cheat.
And the honest ones are considered weak,
While the fake ones thrive and take a seat.
Guilty truths and pretty lies,
Maybe I'm blind to their guise.
Their silver tongues and sugar-coated lies,
The deceit and treachery they disguise.
They say the truth shall set you free,
But what if the truth is just their glee?
What if the truth is just a knife,
To cut and carve, to take a life?
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