When I grab my pen
All my inspiration runs and hides
Afraid of all the lies
It tempts to tell me
Make me believe your silly stories
Keep telling me this is Utopia
Consume my every dream
That dulls my eye's gleem
I've never felt such contradiction
Build me up high
Just to bring me down low
In my eye there's a permanent tear
And in my heart they's a constant fear
A tear because of all your games
The fear of really loving you...
 
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