I used to know at one time
But did I really?
And as I'm looking back now
It seems silly
I was remarkably stupid
To have ever believed in a cupid
In a fairy tale world I lived in
At that time I considered you friend
Weather It's cupid or santa
They are the same
And I hate to say it
But it's a game
The fantasies lead you to no where
That's sorrow
We're always looking back
Not tomorrow
And as Easter Sunday comes around
That bunny's no where to be found
Is it wrong to believe in them?
The road is a long one
The belief takes you down
And at the end of the road,is dissapointment
A false sense they all give to us
As a child,Santa must have got lost
And as an adult,
Cupid couldn't hit the broad side of a barn
And that bunny,well,he must have took the wrong trail
Really?Reality?Or make believe
It's so hard to distinguish what is.....................
I'm supposed to have faith,but it's hard........
I guess as hard as it was for them three that we worship
I don't anymore
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All this describes is that..............
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Hate and scarred are the same
And no more,do I wish to play this game
All the time I do crave the rain
At least on that day,I'm not alone
And on that TRUE day,it is shown
The world and I,both need a kleenex
And my life has truly become a wreck.
For everything I once believed in
Santa,Cupid, A Bunny
A Friend
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Submission Name: death to false gods
