The Art of Illusion

I know what it’s like for no one to ask how have you been, for them to pretend they’re really your friend. And I know how it feels to be kicked when you’re down, no one around to help you get back on your feet. I know how to pretend that this ain’t the end, that we’ll make it through ’cause we always do. And I know this time around, you won’t be dragging me down, I’m standing tall and I’ll risk it all. You’ve ignored my cries for far too long, so I’m moving on now, I’m finally done.


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