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Truth, whatever it may be.

Listen for the cries, Filter all the lies
They’re oh so sly, I can only despise
The way they live their sad lives
Now I’m judging
My eyes are fuzzy, I’m not confronting
The problems that I’m harboring
These emotions are so alarming
But I stay behind the walls, keep myself from starting
To find a solution, I’m full of confusion
But I tell myself I’m free, not polluted
I can’t filter these lies, I don’t hear my cries
I’m oh so sly, and I can only despise
The way I live my sad life





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