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Created on: October 26, 2008
The Pretender
I am growing so tired,
Tired of all of these games you play!
I am growing so tired,
Tired of all these things you say!
You say you're a stand out,
Shining bright where others falter!
But I can't see you,
From where you hide in the masses!
Someday, maybe I'd ask you to fly
But I remember now
You're broken!
Broken!
(Chorus)
You're lying in pieces, and I'm walking on air.
And everyone reaches for someone who cares.
You're still crawling, and I'm above clouds.
Maybe I'd help, but I can't see the ground.
Why don't we start the hunt again?
The search for the pretender amongst the wolves?
Your courage is foolhardy, your values are lies,
Temporary illusions to make it seem that way
(Altered Chorus)
If only you had wings, you'd know what I mean
When I say it's better than anyone's dream.
I can't here your cries over your pride,
Do you know what he gave for you when he died?
(solo)
Someday, maybe I'd ask you to fly
But I remember now
You're broken!
Broken!
You're lying in pieces, and I'm walking on air. (Should we start the hunt again?)
And everyone reaches for someone who cares. (The search for the pretender amongst the wolves?)
I can't here your cries over your pride, (Your courage is foolhardy, your values are lies,)
Do you know what he gave for you when he died? (Temporary illusions to make it seem that way)
I watch the pretender crawl on the ground,
He's the fake hero, falling with no sound
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