I am not real i am a product of fantasy and make believe
Every wish that when you sleep you'll hate to dream
I am the Prince Charming that is never gonna come
but the good part is you will always be a queen when the clock strikes one
I am no knight but the headless horseman with manners worse than Norsemen
So my feast is on the flesh barbaric but invigorates endorphin
So I consumes the plate of lies prepared by more friends
Every meal makes me more thin
I am not the nutritious bundle of joy with dreams that make futures brighter
But the infectious martyr for the cause that wants to have people holding lighters
I am more Pinocchio than your noses will every hope to grow
for my lies are instinct and never the same giving to snow
And my truth doesn't hurt because that to is a lie
but so is the lie itself and that to happens to bring fourth a paradigm truth
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