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You have a wonderful facade
Using it as a blockade to hide the pain
Yet you feel it all the same
I don't like playing this game
I always loose
So what's the use
You promise me the world
And I believe you
It's just a dreadful truth that I need you
To live with no regrets
That would be ecstasy
But it doesn't work out that way
So there's nothing left to say