Joseph Orton (22-11-1994 / England)
Cry to me, lie to me.
Tell me all the things you want to be.
Make out that you are something pure.
Then tell me these feelings were premature.
Cover me in acclaim.
I’ll reassure you, I feel the same.
Tell me you are completely separate from the rest.
Then tell me I will never be the best.
Claim I am everything you've ever needed.
Lead me to believe that for once, I have succeeded.
Testify that I will never be ditched.
Now my heart is sweetened, but the thread is becoming unstitched.
All these things to make me smile.
When deep down, you were cruel and vile.
Sugar coat it all you want, but it will still be poison, it will still be fake.
For you shall see your lies are nothing compared to this treacherous heartbreak.
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