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Fake (Prod. my depression)

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Poetic

I loved you for that once

I tried to do lots of things

But they just don't work out

Sad huh

I still love those beautiful lines though

Beautiful lines

Late night

100 degrees Fahrenheit 40

Lying down in my sick bed

Tenderly burning myself dry

So tired

Tired of opening my eyes

Just to see how you make up another lie

I'm in your infernal paradise

I don't really want your birthday cake

All those fake ones you ever made

They do taste like raspberry I will give you that

But I think you and I we know better than that

I don't really want your birthday cake

All those fake ones you ever made

They do taste like raspberry I will give you that

But I think you and I we know better than that

It leaves a hole you know that you go

Falling into sleepy hollow

What a d**e I am literally living in a show

We could've been Puerto Rico

Or you prefer Rio

Is it where you always wanna go

It was a sincere intention

At a very toxic moment

When the acid rain was biting off my face

When the sky is grey

You looked at me and said

Happy birthday baby

I don't really want your birthday cake

All those fake ones you ever made

They do taste like raspberry I will give you that

But I think you and I we know better than that