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They label me a constant liar

They never see me eye to eye

But if their heart was on a wire

Would they run or would they hide



It's not the end of the season

There's no room here for a lie

And if it takes a thousand reasons

Tell me why the unborn never cry



Questions fill my every answer

Tensions keep tearing at my life

Indecisions make me wonder

Motovations kill my drive



So many things I'll never get

Nothing's really wrong or right

What's it like to be a misfit

Is it like the deaf who lose their sight



Nothing in this life is certain

Even the toughest sometimes cry

The sick they hide behind a curtain

Tell me will they live or will they die



Accusations prove the guilty

Propositions get me high

Determination is so filthy

Deceptions always make me cry



Label me what you want to

A hypocrite who doesn't lie

But in the end it's gonna come true

There's just one purpose in this life



Spread to all the wisdom you learned

So next time it won't come true

All the wealth and riches you earned

Won't mean a thing when your life is through



Ammunition seems to kill you

Situtations make you sigh

Imitations that you go through

Realization makes you cry



Don't you 'shun' me anymore

There's nothing more for me to say

I'm not the one with the broken core

There's no other reasons here to stay