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Why does it feel so real to me?
That the world is ending, as they say
They can’t see what I see…
They say what they mean,
but they don’t mean what they say.
They know nothing about nothing…
They are used to everything…
They spend their lives bluffing,
They know nothing about loving.
You can only lose what you got
What do they have, what do they know?
A bunch of lies and deceit…
… You reap what you sow.
Life is sad and hurtful,
It’s ending as it starts
Some see it as something wonderful
but that’s because they still have their hearts.
They say ‘follow your heart’
Like it’s an easy choice
but if your heart is apart
which side do you voice?
It’s like a shattered glass
which images do you like best?
They all look so brass
but you’re sure one is different from the rest.
You cut yourself so deeply…
For a glass that has no feeling
You give yourself completely
Even though, you know, there’s no healing.