Fake It
I'll fake it if I have to
Taking nothing you say to heart
I'll make this life without you
Your deceit is a work of art
The picture is a swirl of lies
Hanging right above my bed
All the voices echo the hurt
The faces repeat everything you said
But I'll paint over it
Wearing a pair of my faded jeans
While my hearts ripping at the seams
It's like a nightmare
Loud voices sing
The final note in high pitched screams
And I break
But I'll get back up
I'll say this once
I've had enough
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