Me

I am too good
at deception
Where I go
Is a hateful reception

Life loses meaning
when no one can tell
If you're living paradise
or stuck in hell

She gets too close
turn to other mask
Let's see how long
this one will last

So the wall goes up
and the spirit goes down
Life does not
crash down around

Instead fades
slowly and quietly
The trumpets call
on the last sunset

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