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Cover Up

Three words. Eight letters.

The rare truth I won't tell.

Like never. 

Because nothing matters,

I won't admit I already fell

Like never.

My hope, into pieces, they shatters

Swore, I won't ring a bell.

Like never.

This heart, it hardly batters

Wasn't good. It feels like hell

Like forever.