This is all a pretty game.
This is all a beautiful illusion.
All the pretty lies we tell,
All the "secrets" that we spell,
Faking laughs, faking smiles.
A line of my fake friends goes on for a mile.
Everyone is all the same.
This is just a pretty game.A game that I can't play.
So only the truth, that's all I'll say.
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