III. False Front:
I'm so sick of all of this hate.
I can feel the earth beneath my feet, drenched in this treachery.
But will... But will... Please tell me, will it ever stop?!
I'm caught in between what is real and what is not.
Oh please, oh please, I'm done with all of these games.
Just let me walk this bridge to my fucking grave.
Oh, just let it last, because once I meet the soil, it all comes crashing back.
I'll take one more step and feel the end of happiness.
But is it also a lie?
The same lie I've been hiding behind my eyes.
I've been hiding behind my fucking eyes.
Now life is too far out of my reach.
And death is slowly taking over me.
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