All along you thought it was a bed of roses
But you’ve been accepting lies like flowers
Drenched in the scent of deceit
Well soon they’ll wilt, and then you’ll see
As you look upon the faded colors
That beauty was nothing
A scam
The blooms that glow with a colorful hue
Are only to blind from the truth
They charm you with petals of bright silken tints
So wondrous you never look past them
But the petals will fall
And those thorns will remain
Pricking your heart with a sharpness
A pain
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