New to start
Deception of the sunrise
It tints your life in a story
Hand full of glass
You never say it's easy
I can't believe what I want
The movement you made is late
Absent mind brings a hand to your face
When you start to lie
You start to lie
Wake with the moon
Conception of the daytime, unfairly superior
You fed the lie
But you love it how the truth hurts
I see new fear in your eyes
I wish I was good at soothing the doubt
I wish I was better at quenching the drought
When you want to die
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