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life

Got up made up a tale

Maybe it meant well

Didn't wanna hide behind those shells

Heaven is a dream cause I'm already hell's

Confused what it was for a holy grail

I most likely will return cause I don't like my life's face

Always covered with a black lace

How am I to know it really is what it says

I could only know what I make of the shades

I know of two too many blames

OK now am out of place

I sight too many ways

Should I follow or make up a trace

Man everything feels like a race

I can't slow down back to my pace

yelled a disgrace

Cried leaning on a rage

Forgot my own cause my head it rings other names