I only Meant half The pretty Words that I say, Told to You even Today
I don't Love, as You see In any, Every, possible Way
I just Can't not Help you, But why Smile and Laugh, cry And do Dismay
When? I ask, Am i With her, You cry Each horrible Day
I really Hope so. You really Can not See.
Pass many, All of My beautiful Lies, even My pretty Masks, any Today
And why Feel that The word Love means Well
I would Hold, cherish For only You truly And really, Only single You'
When times I truly Deny all, I do Hope that You Can not Tell
Even times When saying I don't Act anything Like him, A real Fool
Putting in You well, Through this Hell
Stay there By when My devil Side, hoping Until never That holy Day
When smiling I never Fix this, My devil Way
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