You can go on pretending everything's fine,
When clearly there is mishap, things are out of line
You put on a smile and pretend we're all happy,
When clearly it was you, who made me feel lonely
Maybe this is what you wanted, for me to end up losing,
For me to break down and be unsure of the side I'm choosing
Maybe this was your plan, to make it end in flames,
After all it wasn't your fault, it was just a game
So you can go on hurting and breaking part by part,
But know that I'm not scared of you, at least I have a heart
You go on killing spirits relentlessly,
But I won't care about what you do, I'll just go on being me.
~Via
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