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Is it true... What you feel?
This mask that I see lead me away
How could I know when your smile was not meant for my eyes
Drag me away I stab at you to find the puritan, familiar and trusted
I see now that your love is weak
Black blood runs from my eyes because tears aren't enough
When love is dark and the room is mine
You still do not understand why I am attacking
There is no personal motive of vengeance against you
you are a falsity to me and yourself
Turn and look at my eyes no longer
You dance alone and everyone sees you.
Fading Glory
By Ryan Henslee