Smoke and mirrors It was dumb of me Trying to see through Their distraction purpose It is not the trick Deceiving me after all, It's the trusted magician With a better purpose. I am not fooled by the tricks I know all the levers On your emotional props Your entire two-bit operation Is exposed to dissect And ridicule as phony I will watch you scramble to top The truth with a better lie But they will not work I know it all too damn well All the slide of hands games Have worn out their stay You have nothing to claim Nothing to harness as honest You existence is nothing But smoke and mirrors.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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