All My Lies
I’m lying to myself again..
Sometimes I remember when
I didn’t feel this way
When I would welcome every day
But now I dream with dread
And loathe the sun instead
For, each morning it will rise
Shedding light on all my lies
I’m lying to myself again..
Sometimes I remember when
I didn’t feel this way
When I would welcome every day
But now I dream with dread
And loathe the sun instead
For, each morning it will rise
Shedding light on all my lies
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