Pretend by Helena Dean

You want to now what makes me me.
can you not see the true.
The true thats in my eyes.
That is were my true soul lies,
Deep within my eyes.
You pretend that you want to know me.
You pretend that you really care.
You know that I want to believe.
So you keep that pretending that I'm really there.
So Stop, stop pretending,
because I know your lies.
Your lies show through your eyes.

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