Trying to make changes,
to stop all these changes.
Cause this beauty isn’t pretty at all.
It is to dark to see the lies.
Lying about the truth in my heart.
It is full of lies I had to made up.
A long time is so short.
All what was familiar is strange.
All strangers are familiars.
As long as these lies will stay the truth,
I can deny these changes haunting me.
Tears come with happiness after a smile hiding sadness.
It is faith which is breaking a heart.
Chances that are pulling me back.
To breaking memories haunting me.
Searching for a hand in a lie.
While that lie gives dark faith.
Reaching in that dark after familiar,
for all those pretty lies.
To deny time passes by,
ending up with haunting memories.
Still trying to be blind for changes.
Looking to the other side.
All memories which are a lie.
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