Empty Pages

Which side do I appoint as enemy
 What's truth and what's a lie?
 Maybe I comply with my own trust
 With my own mind
 In my own ally
 People hide their lies
 They hide the truth behind a smile and two eyes
 I'll try convincing myself now as I write
 No, I'm not like them
 I'm not the bad guy
 I close my eyes
 And my thoughts scatter all around throughout my mind
 Do you hear them, too
 Is it me or is it you?
 Deceits and shattered loving prove that loyalty is nothing
 A thousand empty pages filled with a memory that's faded
 Ink begins to splatter
 Voices say it doesn't matter, oh
 Was I the one who–?
 Am I the one who–?
 Became the one who I've spent my life running from?
 Memories, tragedies
 Guilty pleads in my book that bleeds
 "Do not read"
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 Don't ask why, you deny
 The fact that you enact these chains you've strapped onto your life
 Allies can't rely on something or someone who's living a pure lie
 Strings tied (string tied)
 Pages signed with your own quill
 Have you instilled this shrill in your mind?
 Can't hear it must be you
 Your mind's being used
 Through red and green
 Can they see all you've ever known is nothing?
 A thousand empty pages filled with a memory that's faded
 Ink begins to splatter
 Close your eyes, it doesn't matter, oh
 Were you the one who–?
 Are you the one who–?
 Became the one who you've spent your life running from?
 Memories, tragedies
 Guilty pleads in your book that bleeds
 "Do not read"
 Eccedentesiast, if you gain a favor, take it
 Never give one your trust (I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know)
 Leave no trace of what you've done (I don't wanna remember anymore)
 Never reminisce or (95, 96)
 You'll lose everything you've earned (A hundred, thousand, million)
 Never give one your trust (My curiosity got the best of me)
 Tell no one of what you've done (And now there are 93)
 There's 93 reasons
 I should be (you should be)
 Oh
 I was the one who (you were the one who)
 I am the one who (you are the one who)
 Became the one who
 I've spent my life running from (you've spent your life running from)
 Memories, tragedies
 Guilty pleads
 In my book that bleeds (In your book that bleeds)
 "Do not read"