Spurn

Aren´t we grown ups
Don´t tell me lies
I played a lot of games
but it never make me feel high
I love the truth more
than excuses passing me by

Truth is coming from the depths of your haert
Vanity is telling me lies
We all life with fears
Walls tomfoolery high
What we get is a city of stones
And tears in our eyes

Hurt me by telling the thruth
make me more feeling alive
Beeing diplomatic to me
make me frozen inside
self-defendse, pride and egocentric
dazzle our eye
and leave my soul confused, tied

Speak to me
Say that it doesn´t touch you inside
Make me less hurt, then:
I don´t have much time
First is a feeling
Second is a offense to our spended time

Believe me
For a short while in life
it is simple beeing beauty, successful and high
In the long run
it´s the enemy seperating you from your life

You worked hard for it
Don´t you want a fair pay
and someone standing upright
Wanted to touch your soul
Don´t tell me
All I reached for was a lie

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