A beautiful lie
The thoughts were creeping close
but they were far behind
to pushed back to remember
but that just wasn't right
now pushing back the tears
and crying in the night
the thoughts were the truth
but I wanted a nice lie
to scared to tell
yet no need to be brave
for I am all alone now
living in my grave
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