why couldnt you just let me live in my fantasy world,
my fantasy world,
where there is no truth,
no villians,
no cages.
in my fantasy world,
darkness blankets everything,
so the truth can be hidden.
why did you make me leave?
why did you shoot me down,
bring me back to reality.
back to cold, harsh reality,
where the truth can fly
under fluoescent light.
the truth that stabs
but never kills.
the lies that heal,
make you think you're better,
until you get hit
with a sudden slap in the face
by the one you thought was true.
i was rather die
knowing a happy lie.
than live with
the ice cold truth.
 
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