[******** their lies
And their half truths
They tell you things
But show no proof
Then cut your heart
Shatter dreams
make you believe
its more than it seems
But their words are cunning
Masters of cajole
Thus they gain your heart
And bind your soul
But when shadows fall
They've taken your wings
You're an lifeless puppet
With severed strings
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