Devious without Malicious Intent
Her minutes spent in dreams,
maybe to hide from some tragic reality.
And she'll play them back over again,
a never ending re-run inside of her mind,
Shes devious without malicious intent.
And they'll believe shes witty and wise,
making them believe she konws who she is.
And they'll fall hard,
because they want her to be real,
to care,
to tell them right from wrong.
They need the dreams more then she.
But shes tired,
her scales beininning to show.
As brilliant and ugly as she,
vibrant and dull,
as contradictory as her lies.
Yet, to them a simple character flaw...
that make her falcities truth.
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