Verse1: You act like you know me, you prefer the night, you pretend it's ok, you're trying to fight. It's all an illusion, writing's on the wall.
The truth is subjective, when lies start to fall.

Chorus: I can hear your footsteps coming down the hallway, running from the things you wanted to do. I can hear your whispers, talking bout the wrong things, acting like it's ok beyond the blue.

Verse2: In every decision, there's always a choice. The moment you're choosing, you're losing your voice. It's all an illusion, writing's on the wall, if you could've chosen, it'd be nothing at all.

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