I thought about killing myself
Though I am already dead
No spirit, heart remains
What you see is posture
A pretence of a life no longer being
A lie, a lie, a lie
Hands up, surrender
I give in now
Like it actually matters
Love, life was a lie
We were told to believe in
That someday we would know
A story we would share
Only there it is already
The emptiness
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