lie to me, Baby

Surprised I can say anything

I should be dead by now

Maybe I've gone mad

I can hear them whispering, giggling

Don't want me to hear

Want me to believe things that aren't true

It must be easier that way

God knows I don't want to hear about how I stunt freedom

How I have magical powers with just the slightest expression or tone

Families and friendships dissolved like melting ice

Over nothing definable

I am too aware

They don't like it





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