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Half as good
I am a glass half emptied
Made with the hatred
That had been shown towards me
I am stained red
By the corpse of hope
Riddles with lies
Of friends turned to foes
I show the bright side
Inside it doesn't exist
I have plans every night
They never go right
One of these days
One of these nights
I will shatter my glass
I will hear the lies no more
Made with the hatred
That had been shown towards me
I am stained red
By the corpse of hope
Riddles with lies
Of friends turned to foes
I show the bright side
Inside it doesn't exist
I have plans every night
They never go right
One of these days
One of these nights
I will shatter my glass
I will hear the lies no more
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