Being cool sometimes is bad as flame,
it hurt in me and out it pains,
you think it's true to say the truth?
some lies are true and truths are lies,
sometimes it lie,
the weather that change,
in day it lie and so it night,
it fake the truth and so it's true,
FAKE is truth and FAKE is real,
you know it's real,
not genuine enough?
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