"Cake"

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Why does every minor mistake
Has to give me a headache
Coming from people that are fake
Just one lie called-"Cake"

A circle from dust to gold
Questioning why to fold
Simple to be unfair
Live if you dare
They sit down with a cold stare

"Like others" the definition of normal
Nothing true just formal
Only goal
To be a smooth criminal
One will rise the other one will fall
None speaks but it echoes, this world is small

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