Breathing doesn't make you alive
Smiling doesn't make you happy
And crying doesn't make you weak
We discovered the irony of meaning
But we failed. Reflections fooled us all
The best bakery doesn't have the best baker
The mirror shows no true colors
Sun doesn't shine It's own light
The memories and the agony
Lives a scar that every bird would kiss
But loving a dead is a crime
And now everyone fakes their lives that's me and you lying. 

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