All I cnt take,
Is Being fake …
Its lyk being sum1 else
, Any1 but you.
Thinking less of yourself,
No 1 but you.
It's a part of complex,
Dat brings u up n down,
Neithr is right at dat point..
U cant call it lost n found.
N Its no less dan lyin
Wid ur actual self dyin
Its lyk decoratin ur mirror
Jus to c urself fine
Wat has ne 1 given u
oR wat is der to take
Y care about da people who r nt real
Nd for real people, y fake.
Fakin to friends, nt needed
family dsnt deserve a forge
pretendin to people nt wrth
so y nt jus be genuine, n make it wrk.
y loose ur authenticity
nd become a mere copy,
let people see hw u r unique
Instead of, sumthin worse u want oders to see,
so dnt try to lyk wat u dnt
dnt b sum1 ur nt
Cause dat wnt make u regret
In da life ahead…
As den, watevr u do is 4 wat u r
Nt wat u become 4 wat u want.
Let people love u 4 wt u r
R hate 4 same cause
But atleast every1 will admire u4 not being false.
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