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Why do I feel hung from a noose 
why do you have to classify the truth 
I guess I am a nothing 
insignificant 
locked in a bleeding dungeon 
surrounded by fake lives 
it shows only the manipulating survive 
your affection was a dictatorship 
you liked to attempt to make it easier on me 
or were you afraid of the truth 
trader, Bennedict hypocrite 
now I'm a shadow in your mind 
haunting you, leaving you emotionally blind 
you never seen happiness in yourself 
just satisfied with flattery 
using me to help 
propel you for a more valuable future 
significant time was wasted 
I always ask myself 
was it right to remain faithful to her 
left in the dark shade 
I live my life knowing 
I am the Ace of Spades