Lies of Societyâs Guise (Other) by PsydewaysTears
Gone to a world nothing like here.
No more ânormalâ year after year
And no more of the same old cheer.
âGone to a world nothing like here.
Hereâs a toast to: shedding the first tear,
Speaking openly of what we fear
And staying true to what we hold dear.
âHereâs a toast to shedding the first tear.
Youâre welcome to come, just give me your hand.
Iâll whisk us away to a far off land.
Prepare your eyes, for theyâll see something grand
âYouâre welcome to come, just give me your hand.
Iâll teach you the things that you donât understand,
Of seeing the truth and watching it expand
And of living in life-sized castles of sand.
âIâll teach you the things that you donât understand.
If you donât want to stay, well thatâs ok.
Itâs not even a real place anyway.
You can stay stuck in that lonely clichÃ©.
âIf you donât want to stay, well thatâs ok.
It may not be made of dirt or clay
But it still helps me to face each day
By painting over the brown and gray.
âIt may not be made of dirt or clay.
Iâll just stick with my lies tonight.
The real world is too full of spite.
I canât make everything alright.
âIâll just stick with my lies tonight.
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