To be in love with a dream is something a fool would do... now I know the meaning of too good to be true. you were never there I knew it, in lands so far apart, you were a mirage a cloud, an illusion of the heart.
I only ever had you when my eyes were shut, I now open my eyes to find everything in this rut. So this is my heart? Ha! ! ... more like cold bloody liar, you lead me to things I can never have, and say it's what I desire.
And yet we live alone in worlds so far apart, everything I've ever loved was an illusion of the heart. It seems my heart is my biggest liar, to crush me with my own desire, to keep love burning in depressions fire, I cough from smoke I can hardly breathe... I just barely made my escape under the barbed wire.
Center of the chest screams liar liar, so full of hopes, dreams, and broken desire. And once again I close them out this girl is made stone, to wander yet instill in a prison, of her own. My heart's my worst captor... keeping me from happily ever after. So the heart bleeds... from all... who deceives...
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