You brag about all these people you know
so much that people tell you to slow.
Yet when the attention leaves your side
with tears you whisper what you hide.
You say you can't come and learn
you've got plans and time to earn.
Yet when you bring back a photo or two
the only person there is you.
You say they tell you secret things
and soon it'll come down to everything
yet when life feels like hell
you've got no one to tell.
You break a smile and say you're fine
but you tend to always leave out the main line
how to them you're only the puppet kind
and just to feel wanted, you don't mind.
Stop, take it as a fact
this is no more than a deceiving act.
You say you know the world
but about that, the world don't know a word.
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