The rug slips under me
and the wool over my eyes
but it's okay
because i was always blind
and i accepted it.
from all the wrong places,
i wished you'd come.
from the outside looking in
i knew it was dumb
but i couldn't help it.
i bought a lie
now i can't resell it.
it's already
taken me to hell with it.
mentiras
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