January 2010
It was all just a lie. You were so good at making your mark and running away. Forge a smile with your second face. I no longer admire you This is my declaration Sister Charlatan
The more I see, the less I believe. The more I hear, the less I care... This world we've created has left me cold. This world is sedated, dying in it's sleep
Our legs begin to break We've walked this path for far too long My lungs, they start to ache But still we carry on I'm choking on my words Like I got a noose around my neck I can't believe it's g
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