Comfort me
Choose a friendship that€™s not made of plastic
That was me: eye crossed, stars wide while patiently saying:
€œI still believe that this world is good when we stop pretending.€
Breath in my poisoned heart;
suffer from a great pretending
Discard this mask of ours
May we see ourselves for what we are
Try to smile when you€™re lying in a field of daises
That was us: truck top, July, while the engine was running
I still believe that this world is good when you stop pretending
Through what we are...
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