FARCE
John Sarah
Every time you break me, my soul slowly dies There is a fake wide grin to cover my pain and sadness Tears and physical pain masked by fake laughter The scars and injuries on my body covered with thick layers of makeup Everyday I hid behind the lies you force me to tell Have told myself that I have had enough of your temper That I should stop pretending to be fine and tell the truth about you But then I remember that no one will believe me cz you are a saint in their eyes Night time is good cover for all my tears As no one notices when I cry in the darkness Consumed by love, trust, anger and hatred I have lost everything including me If only I could go back in time To stop myself from falling in love I'd try to be everything that I would have been Before you came and ruined my life with your fake love If i had the time machine, I would undo my lies Let the world see you as the true monster you are But now I hope for the best which is for you to change And be the person I feel in love with
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