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Counterfeit Mirth
Contributed by
ryhmenotreason
on
Wednesday, 20th May 2009 @ 11:52:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Please don't call me, my friend I can't lie to you again I can't tell you the truth So just let me go
I'm so tired of fake smiling, of counterfeit mirth Laughing through the pain feigning nothing has changed Pantomiming the person you think I should be
Please don't call me your friend your friend doesn't exist He's a figment of your imagination, An image in your pictures, A name in your stories. He is only an echo, personified reverberations of yesterday's verve. Don't expect me to be him when you call his name. It pains me to tell you, we're no longer the same.
I'm done with deception, this tiresome charade. I can no do it no longer It's searing my brain In the presence of people I feel like a clown his face painted on mine I smile his smile and laugh how he laughed I say things he'd say and do things he'd do I know the part well and I play it for you
Please don't call me a friend You don't know who I am I can't be your friend I don't exist, nor does he Look into my eyes, what is it you see? You see only what was, what never can be. You put a name to the face but you don't know me.
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ryhmenotreason
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2009-05-20 23:52:29] (Date/Time posted on
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