Yet, they refuse see,
The heart griefs,
Yet, a smile is potrayed,
who am i?
I am he,
The hypocrite.
And I,
sad as it may seem,
find my way,
in the lives of many,
for many can't live in the bitter truth.
I am not good,
But I am needed,
to go through hardship,
To surpass vivid obsticles,
I, will sure survive,
In the hearts of men,
As long as men relies,
On little white lies.
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