Discovery
Broken hearts and empty dreamsDiscarded lies unfolding seams
Who knows where and who knows when
This crumbling path first began?
Maybe deciet or impurity
Perhaps my own insecurity
Maybe the knowledge of where it first started
Could bring me back to the path I've discarded
But there comes a time when lies become truth
And I start to ask myself, what's the use?
In pretending who you see is not really me
When that's exactly the person I've come to be
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