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Is it what it seems?
“do you love me?” her bright eyes dig into your soul, her star-spun fingers twitch nervously.
I hope nobody trusts you againlike I did you I pray you never hurt another personlike you did me You carved into my soulAnd have taken peicesThey will never grow back
      Lies make the world go around Lies tell the truth Lies are like a currency Lies fund the youth
Hey dude, yeah,  you. We used to be locker neighbors, when we were younger. Man, I don't think I can, get over what you did. You used to be, a friend to me, 
How calm would you feel knowing I have lied? Would your eyes close in sweet surrender  or would your lips curve in a smile? I guess we'll never know now. For I am far long gone, buried by a highway.
“They lied to me!” She screams to herself.   They promised! That they would be there for her.
My name is Cascade Linell and i'm not fairing to well but  those around me tell that i 'm feeling swell but i hide behind a lie, so that no one can hear me cry i wish i could just hide
since seeing is believing, i close my eyes,  when i hear lies, because seeing is believing...
It’s just a silly little game; Like chess. We’ll move, then they’ll move. We’ll dance in circles until one of us gets too dizzy to continue. The last pawn will eventually fall.
The simple words on my lips, they slowly form a lie With every single breath I take, I simply wonder why I really want to tell the truth, you deserve to know But it is so hard for me, to let the real me show
Woke up terrified,Told you I was fine, I lied.Did not see I cried.
The first time i heard the words ´i love you´ was also the first time i saw my mother cry the way this person told me´i love you´ made it sound as if they were telling the truth
I made a promiselong agoin the riveras we rowed.I said to youI'd never cryand crossed my heartand hoped to die....We got olderas all do,and distance spread
Societies Belief
To this day and hours ahead For each gaze and every word Living a lie and creating lead No such fright can take that of the word   Creating and deceiving Those that bring it all
I'll own it if I have to: I'm a liar to the core. I'm a liar through and through,  but I don't want to anymore, It's old,  what's more, it's tiring I can't lie 'til I lay expiring,
Opening with a false  A lie for truths, Isn’t that us all? Im cold and sweaty but this time I’m ready Lying here amongst my thoughts
Liar is what I've become, To spare the feelings of everyone. I won't say a word, And you won't notice. I'll keep quiet and smile, And all my lies are worthwhile. I'm sick of turning to you for help,
You’re my best friend-  what should have been a modest prank turned into a sick plan that left me squandering energy for your own entertainment.    You played me like a puppet 
When your mind is captive to your body  and your image doesn't fit society's  and your heart is trapped in a place you can't call home   When you speak in but never out
Words are an art concealed by sound and expression.  
I watch as she says she loves him The way he loves isn't love Why can't she see  He beats her when she does something wrong She says she'll leave him But it's not true
I am purplexuated Simply by the untrue realities Perplexed at how casually we say the phrase "how are you?" And how often we say "I'm fine."
Have you ever lied to a lover? Just to convince yourself That you would never look at another Especially one who may look a little like yourself Have you ever cried about a lover?
1 sound 2 dead 3 people found but 4 said 5 people entered apartment 6 and 7 bangs caused 8 screams and 9 police cars turned 1 left to anger and sadness level 10 10
I lie to myself to be good  to my self.   I'll say:  I'm going for a 5 minute walk NOW! ::::: An hour later i return smiling. :::::
From darkest days to blackest of nights, did we crawl. Blind and stupid, with smiles on our faces and our hearts light as feathers. Safe are we by the dogs we do feed and fear. Though we know they bite and tear.
Do you see beautiful? Do you... Well... Do you see beautiful in me? Sorry for asking. It's just, Maybe beautiful is A choice, not a birthright.
Brian Williams As NBC anchor made millions. Suspended while lying during a muse Credibility not necessary for a move to Fox "News".
Fallen victim to his desolate lies
They said, "you can be anything you want to be."
I'd seize to think;
Every answer is a lie, Every night it all unfolds. Only when I'd rather die Is when the truth is told.   Every answer is one I hide, It scares me more than you know Because when I search,
My face is not my canvas I can contour I can paint I can outline I can manipulate I Cannot tell a story I Cannot move others emotionally I Cannot be studied   My real canvas
My life is a smile, one I show many times,
We have all sat there And have been told a lie We have all sat there and cried Into out pillow  Which became our best friend We have laid there And wanted to drown it all out With music
Beneath the surface,Beyond the wall I createdThrough the numbers of the matrix,Underneath the false perceptionAnd Misunderstood  representation,Misleading calculated frustrations
We live in a world where we accept lies and deny truths A Female accepts  lying she ends up crying  her soul is dying  letting the pain stay 
heart broken, pain remains, lie stood brighter then the rain, heart broken,faith lingers, trust weaver, deep inside you knew not wanting to accept it leaving more hurt, promise broken,
Ahh I can smell that smell from a mile away.  It's that smell of another women's perfume when he's late. He tries to cover it up with one of those old cigars ,but that never really gets him too far.  
Her
I made you believe me… You didn’t have a reason to doubt… Why would the first words I ever spoke to you Be a lie? It was psychotic.
Lies are action books Misplaced on dusty shelves Among nonfiction.
I don't want devastating love  So forget Olivia Pope and her definition of love I want simple, genuine, unadulterated love I want  my love to not be complicated I want my love to be practical
Bleed on the street; mix it with concrete pave the blood on the road let it spill from the heart as it corrodes from the start and soon enough there will be only a hole
I'm not really a pessimist, Though it might seem so here. I really am an optimist With a couple fears.   I want everyone to be happy, And I sure know they're not.
A little white lie changes a life Your little white lie changed my mind Quite like a gentleman I thought this love was genuine A change to be your heroine Your motive was fleeting
Of all the things I hate and loathe, The word Perfect I hate the most. Of all the ways to tell a tale, Perfect is the best disguise. I can handle Smart, I can brush off Beautiful, Talented and Funny,
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
Honesty is all I would change maybe if we all could be genuine love would not be in vain if I could change the roles of honesty maybe a liar would feel the victims pain He lied to me that's why I feel this way
Whispers:                   black holes               concealed within                     night sky.
I can romanticize anything   Books, jobs, boys Toys! This list is endless.   I am a clear romantic at heart I can spin a tale and have that tale Be invigorating, special, fun, exciting
  tell a lie, live a lie
When you see me, what
A dream. Something I came up with. It came from my imagination. A fantasy.   Can it be real? Something I can touch. It came from the earth. A reality.   A lie.
Most have heard or read the animated anecdotes of the dead. They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow - - stories of life, of music, of love. But all anecdotes end.   Few ever say or re-claim
Mind whirling  Hands shaking  Not knowing what to do  Being utterly unable to push through  Seeing my goal slip past my hand  All my confidence slips by like sand  What do I do now?
Locked in the Prison Cell Created for you I look out and see You smiling. Laughing. I hide in a corner, Threadbare Blanket Over my shoulders, Forgotten by the ones I call friends.
Change is what I can see What I can hear And what I feel everywhere. By my well-dressed organs, Dressed in customised compulsion of slumber confusing which with perfection But not my soul
Why
What exactly did I do    in a former life For you to beat me black and blue    and cause me so much strife Did I kill or harm or steal    could I have betrayed a friend Now all I see and all I feel
To my past love you decided your own fate. You had me hurt and in a uncontrollable state. I had the false reality you were going to stay my mate.
What is a mistake if we along with everyone around us cannot learn and benefit from it? Too many of my family members, friends, teachers, this generation and ones before me have been effected by numerous heath issues such as:
Do you see the sparkle in my eye? Or am I just another lie? To stand at your feet Do you believe Fall into my arms I'll share my darkest fears If you promise to take my tears. Call me by name
I thought I knew him I thought he was the missing piece of my life I thought he'd never smash my world to pieces I thought he'd always be there. I thought the years ahead would be filled with joy
I've lived I've learned I've loved I've learned I've lost I've learned I've lied I've learned I've listened I've learned I've laughed I've learned I've lived
Spin me a lie hang it from the window illuminate it with the faint hope shining through. Pretend you know the end of this story. Lie to me and tell me it's happy.
Spin me a lie hang it from the window illuminate it with the faint hope shining through. Pretend you know the end of this story. Lie to me and tell me it's happy.
If thy lovest long And thine love be pure Hate and love be twine Love is strange, rest be ‘sured Thus love maketh the blind
Foolish young man Head over heels in love But the maiden you adore isn’t an innocent pure dove She bats her eyes She giggles and flirts She’ll soften you up, and stabs your hurts when it most hurts
I've been looking in a mirror for so long All the little pieces of me doesn't belong Everything was a lie As I stair all the pieces I felt more urges Everything was a lie
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