You think your microscopic lies would hurt

I think you lie because it helps you cope

but you’ve been losing hope

I once thought you were dope

but you keep tightening your own rope

all you do is sit there and mope

you act up and blame it on your horoscope

delighted? more like I feel ignited

my peace is about to catch flames

you’re making all these silly claims

I don’t even feel the same

this is what we became

played too many games

living in your dreams felt like an error

I lived in terror

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