i lie to make you feel better
i like to let you pretend
i'm probably a bed wetter
here, in the bitter end.
the fall from grace
the opening of eyes
i'm become such a disgrace
though i pretend i'm wise.
i don't comprehend
all the feelings she has
so i try to ask questions
so she can realize
the world isn't out to kill her
it's not just some nefarious plot
i'm no longer sure just who i am
while we both just sit here and rot
wasting our time, feeding into the hype
never truly seeing what's wrong and right
her stance remains, her mind made up:
she'll always chase her sorrows to the bottom of the cup
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