Fake
Why is there fake
Why is it in this world
I see fake people
alive and happy
Fake
They sit there
like they mean something
but to me
they are nothing
Fake
I sat with them
laughed with them
but they are fake
always have been
Fake
Something pulls me
reality pulls me
I have no one
I have nothing
Fake
Why do people do it
how can they live with themselves
they are pathetic
they are worthless
like demons sent from hell
Fake
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