I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false

The hand feeds me stabs me from behind

As the blade inches in you don’t even begin

To think that I’d be one to do the same

We’re all alone and there is only one throne

So come on tell me that you really are my friend



You hold me a story that I told

Who wouldn’t trust a person if they said it was true

You believe when I’m thinking that you lie

Because I do all the time and so does everybody else



I can’t feel the warmth from the gestures that are false

The hand feeds me stabs me from behind

I found myself lost on a straight and narrow course

If you can’t see it then you must be blind




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