Why can’t you realize that real eyes recognizes real lies
We can’t coexist
at least not in my eyes, realist
I don’t need sight to see your full
I can smell it a mile away, bull
I don’t need your petty excuses
Can’t force me to care, bruises
You’ve got limbs handle your own
Better yet call me when you’ve grown
I’m to young to have dependents
Blessed with rough blood, descendent
It might seem so but I’m far from cold
I’ve been through enough, my minds fortold
You can’t fight every one
And I’m not one to be outdone
But once you’ve seen reality
There’s no going back, blind sanity
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