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Tales of a Lone Wolf...
A look through the eyes of a man on the Journal through life. |
To look at me you would never tell, that inside my heart is breaking The smile stretched across my face is a lie A tale that I tell so well. My emotions are always a cross between sadness and faking No light has entered since in hopelessness I fell. Still nothing reaches the surface because of the lying The spell that I have spun so well. No one can tell when my heart is breaking The smile stretched across my face is a lie A tale that I tell so well. In this darkness I dwell Because inside my heart is breaking From the lie that I have spun so well taking me slowly is the faking Down deeper into my own personal hell. Video of the Day |