The fake place
It is hard to say I am sorry, because 'I am sorry' never works.
It is like some disease, making people unbelieving.
And that is the way it is.
The way I used to be.
Being in my cage
Forgetting every face, and every hurt have no space in my soul.
It is easy to be the one, the only one who smile.
It is gentle to stay in a mile, while the whole world is shinning, except you.
And that is the fake place.
The place I used to hide...
Fake bars, fake sky, fake stars.
Fake, but mine!
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