How do you find it so easy to hurt me...
When I do everything that you ever ask...
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you...
Not even the most impossible task...
Is it because you take me for granted...
Have I allowed you to play me the fool...
Is it because you truly disrespect me...
Is that why you treat me so cruel...
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Beware of the soft illusions...
While you’re listening to her voice...
It might not be what it all seems...
Beware of making the wrong first choice...
There are two sides to every story...
And sometimes three or four...
But when the story stops adding up...
One must find the nearest door...
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Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.
For once, towards the Close of Day,
Matilda, growing tired of play,
......
What happened to us...
My dear sweet girl...
You wanted a ring...
With a diamond and pearl...
You said you always...
Wanted to be my wife...
That you would love us...
Now and throughout our life...
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As the night descends
And darkness is all I see
Tears I cry will fall
Until the morning sets me free
I never knew that lonely
Could bring me so much pain
I never knew that lonely
Could send me so insane
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We just chatter, fools in line,
Chasing women, feeling fine.
Let the world be bleak and hollow—
Winning hearts is all we follow.
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Deines Versprechens Gewicht
liegt leer in meiner Hand.
Kein Echo in der Luft,
nur Stille,die such ausbreitet.
Ich wartete auf Richtung,
doch bekam nur Kreise.
Deine Worte-schön verpackt,
aber ohne Inhalt.
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Words gather like stormclouds
behind my teeth,
eager to leap,
but stumble in the rush.
My tongue,
a contorionist in a narrow cage,
turns truth into tangled thread,
pulls silence from syllables.
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Die Wahrheit wohnt in stillen Räumen,
vergraben tief in Herz und Geist.
Sie lebt,auch wenn der Mensch sie preist
mit Worten,die nur Lügen säumen.
Sie ist kein Schwert,sie ist kein Schild,
sie braucht kein Heer,kein lautes Schreien.
Inmitten Trug und dunklem Treiben
ist sie das Licht,das niemals schwillt.
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Vicious lies,
Faded by time,
Exist like green, scaled reptiles—
Slithering through camouflaged crime.
Etched in smoked veins,
Daggered through pink fold,
Leaving blemishes and stains,
And a soul wagered and sold.
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