You know the truth Although you don't- Puffed and proud Walking a line Of cocky and confident- Scared tightroper With a tatoo of bravery for who's sake? Not mine, not our's You know the truth- falling and failure With a net Hopefully. Selfish . . not really . .? You stay to love That's what you call it- fear that the next one Won't come fairness does not play here Hold on to them And reach out for the next rope. There really is no problem here Just someone assuming I'm not getting my fair share- Not really like that- Not at all- Be what you're not- Lies, sometimes work. You know the truth But it's too late.Birth sign: Gemini
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