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Coward


A Smile of the Devil, On a Face of an Angel, With a Laugh of a Rebel, But a Voice of a Saint. With Eyes of a Killer, That shine like a Hero, Turning anyone a Willer, You make me feel Faint. Oh the irony you behold, Distracts us from the truth, Which is fighting to unfold, From your life of lies. You Love like a Pessimist, And Kiss without Passion, But Hate like an Optimist, And Fight with a Cause. They move with such Grace, Those hands of a Beast, You except a returned Embrace, When you grab without a Pause. You hide from reality, And escape the real world, You live in a fantasy, Hoping nobody will find you. Hoping for the truth, Sitting here alone, Wasting this youth, I expect deception. You can't fool me with lies, Or trick me with your charm, I can see it in your eyes, You have another perception. Deceiving with those looks, Hiding yourself in lies, Just like in the books, You're nothing but a coward.
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