Another lie, another blissful lie..
nothing is real, she'll do nothing but sigh.
Tried the hardest she could possibly try,
but betrayal...
and heartache...
grow awfully stale.
She'll never know the real event...
spend her life wishing, thinking, asking for repent.
Watching corners pass her by,
remembering that blissful lie.
No doubt now; what's done is done.
She's still alive and the sun is still the sun.
He'll fade into the horizon, singing his song,
the blissful lie still running strong.
Suffocating in false realisation,
another face lost into the forgotten nation,
she's cut out, thrown away...
crying; 'why does the blissful truth betray?'
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