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Why can't you tell the truth to me?
What kind of monster hides so easily?
I search your eyes for something real,
But all I find is what you conceal.
Why do your lies come dressed as truth?
Why does the devil look like you?
I'd rather face a thousand knives
Than live another day inside your lies.
And f***, I hate that I still want you,
That some old part of me still falls into
The arms that hold me, the hands that deceive,
The mouth that says what I want to believe.
But something has changed; I can see you now,
The cracks in your halo, the rot in your crown.
You thought I'd stay blind, forever confused,
Too busy loving you to notice the truth.
You made me question the soul in my chest,
While you played the victim and cleaned up the mess.
But here's what you never could understand:
I can love the devil without taking his hand.
So keep your secrets. Keep your disguise.
I've memorised every shade of your lies.
You can fool the world with that beautiful face
But I know the monster you hide in that place.
And next time you look me dead in the eyes,
Don't search for the girl who believed your lies.
She's buried beneath every truth you denied.
And the worst thing about your disguise?
You almost convinced me that I was the lie.
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