We're all desperate for attention,
We're desperate for the truth.
We put up for sale our home,
For a sailboat to sail away.
Our lies become our truths,
Our best friends our enemies.
How does the world still turn,
There are so many jagged pieces.
I will walk on burning coal,
I will look like I feel no pain.
In the end it doesn't matter,
In the end I'm to blame.
No one is to be trusted,
They all hold knives behind you.
When you least expect it,
They will surprise you.
You can fall to the ground,
Or you can stand up tall.
Either way they won't change,
In the end say fuck them all.
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