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Author: Reborn As I
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-02-06 - Updated: 12-02-06 - Complete - id:2284270
from an early age onwards i learned how to be

a chameleon, learned the value of dishonesty

saw how people are seldom ever what they seem

and deceit and lies are the worlds currency

i learned i had to draw blood if i didn't want to bleed

and nothing in life (especially love) is ever free

they will only call if you have something they need

everyone surrenders their life to fear, bills, or greed

and everyone snorts cocaine if they don't smoke weed

because no-one feels alive anymore, they merely breathe

through masks that conceal their true selves underneath

because nobody can really brush off looking weak

terrified that the world won't like what it'd see

so why be yourself if there's someone better to be?

these lies and truths are the fabrics of society

there are no innocents, only the less guilty

and you are a casualty (not a victim) of naivety

if you think a single soul walks this earth guilt-free

as i grew older these were the lessons forced upon me

i learned to not just look but to try to see

all i saw was that nothing exists as terminal as we

the human race is just an evolving disease

helpless to satisfy the appetites that it feeds

i learned there's always potential profit in tragedy

and there's no place in this fucking life for honesty

so from an early age onwards i had to learn to be

a convincing lie, an entertaining parody (of me).



© Copyright 2006 Reborn As I (FictionPress ID:539140).


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