Your lies are written on my skin.
Like old tattoos and razorblade cuts.
Did you think I would not notice
The destruction that you left behind?
Tell me a story in which the details match.
Tell me a story that does not end with you being a hero.
Tell me that story.
Why won't you tell me that story?
I've been lied to be before
And I still remember how it felt.
The glamour of your young life
Can not hide you with it's veil.
Just tell me a story that might resemble the truth.
Tell me a story about the fuck ups you made.
Tell me that story.
Why won't you tell me that story?
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