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But You Don't Know
Hope that a rises
From the shame
Of another day slain
Pokes me with
A knife too deep
To kill the monster's peep
Keeps me on my toes
Forgetting long times
Still trapped inside
Putting on a mask
Fades the gasp I breathe
As I suffocate beneath
The scars run so very deep
Nicks and bruises
Never contemplating what I chooses
The sky sours
With muddy anticipations
Of another day's precipitation
The red runs down long shadows
Covering grey it paints
Until there is no light for it to taint
A shattered reminx
Of my soul locked and chained
Another day slain
Your right by my side
You wave a friendly goodbye
To someone who isn't even me
But you don't know that
You think I always told you the truth
You still think that's me
From the shame
Of another day slain
Pokes me with
A knife too deep
To kill the monster's peep
Keeps me on my toes
Forgetting long times
Still trapped inside
Putting on a mask
Fades the gasp I breathe
As I suffocate beneath
The scars run so very deep
Nicks and bruises
Never contemplating what I chooses
The sky sours
With muddy anticipations
Of another day's precipitation
The red runs down long shadows
Covering grey it paints
Until there is no light for it to taint
A shattered reminx
Of my soul locked and chained
Another day slain
Your right by my side
You wave a friendly goodbye
To someone who isn't even me
But you don't know that
You think I always told you the truth
You still think that's me
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