Honest Liar
Mysterious
They asked me if I was okay, I told them I was alright I smiled all day but cried myself to sleep at night My perfect personality was always admired But they didn't know that my heart was tired Trusts and betrayals, hellos and goodbyes A pinch of smile and happiness and a lot of pretty lies I'm living like I am afraid of my own shadow The only voice I can hear is my own echo But I was not born a player so I can't play the game The fire in me has turned into frozen flame I kept walking through the ash on my own "I'll be there", they said before leaving me all alone My fragile heart of glass turned into steel I have started turning numb to all the pain that I feel There is always someone trying to extinguish my fire At the end of the day, I'm just a very honest liar
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Mysterious
@Madison Tyler Thank you loads♥️♥️
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2018-08-31 15:26:16
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thank you so much for the encouraging comment my friend
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thank you a million ♥️
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