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I believe

That deep inside you want to see

I can feel

The poisons that you breathe are real

You can change reality that you sustain

You concede

To anything that you believe

Please don’t leave me words to cope with

Painted lies on walls of hope and

Wasted days for us to grieve

There is more to this

Than you believe

I can see

The end of this inevitably

Stay right here

Inverted and away from fear

You maintain the emptiness that I contain

You are free

Please be what you can choose to be

Throw away your words of greed

Hold onto the things you need

Perfect days and sympathy

Or dreams inside your «happy sea»