My idol
So, you think you knew me,
you think you saw right through.
You think I stood before you,
unshielded and all in truth.
Well, I thought the same thing,
I thought i saw your heart.
You felt so real and holy.
You really played the part.
The touching and the breathing,
the tears of joy you cried,
it all was just an illusion.
It fit perfect with the lies.
I guess that's how we all feel
when alone and broken down,
when ones we make our idols
wear rusted broken crowns.
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