for a moment i could've given in and for a glimpse i thought i saw my friend but true isn't something she has been and true's not a word she's come to learn my eyes stay wise sometimes i sight something not right jaded why try when she lies sometimes why sometimes she dies inside her eyes stay dry sometimes i sight a tear inside wasted oh the vanity that she's swimming in the insanity seems to have set in but time will find if she's right inside

 

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