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not done, i don't think, but how's this sound so far...
we live in this world, where everything's hidden in its existance. fuck the truth, it's not what people want. happy endings, and newfound beginings, that's all that matters anymore. this blood on my fingers translates into a fake smile on my face. running in circles turns into a pace. noone cares what you feel, just fake it and everything's okay. you're lying to yourself and everyone else, but it's what they want, so it must be the right thing. just nod your fucking head, and agree. you don't count.
we live in this world, where everything's hidden in its existance. fuck the truth, it's not what people want. happy endings, and newfound beginings, that's all that matters anymore. this blood on my fingers translates into a fake smile on my face. running in circles turns into a pace. noone cares what you feel, just fake it and everything's okay. you're lying to yourself and everyone else, but it's what they want, so it must be the right thing. just nod your fucking head, and agree. you don't count.