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if i told you nothingâs ever good enough for me
would you play judge or jury?
if i said that i was happily unhappy
would you even believe me?
iâm just a cynic and i know it
iâm just a liar disguised as a poet
donât let me drag you down
iâll run your dreams into the ground
tear down the things that scare me
keep my expectations low to prepare me
for what i know will eventually come
drawing maps inside my head so i know where to run
iâm just a cynic and i know it
iâm just a liar disguised as a poet
donât let me drag you down
iâll run your dreams into the ground
i hide the truth in a mountain of lies
i walk alone in a forest of eyes
they see right through me
youâd have to bend me to break me
youâd have to unmake me to make me
do it again, and i probably would
stick a knife through these scars
open up old wounds just to see whatâs inside
see what iâm made of
i could write a line to right a wrong
and i could write a song so they could sing along
but this path i walk is mine alone
âheavy lies the crownâ