Was my moon just made of paper and my sun just a bright light Were things not as they seemed for me All wrong what I believed right Are you saying I’m undeserving? And that everything I held was so fake That nothing I held ever real to me And pretence is all that I make Were my dreams never entitled to some truth once in a while? Everything always just dressed up Lips reasoning themselves to a smile So tell me it all wasn’t real then Then look at me right in the eye Be honest and give it me straight Or will you lie again, on top of lie Tell the child in me that it was made up Whisper words that allow me to see That all that I thought was so honest was never what I saw it to be.
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