The Greatest Showman

The moment I believed it,

it made what happened true.

The moment that you broke it,

you were not the person that I knew.

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You told me truths.

But only in halves.

The other half was black.

You stole my ability to trust.

How can I ever get that back?

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I was stunned at first, but only for a moment.

By your nonchalant display.

How could I blindly follow?

I believed everything you’d say.

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It comes in every shape and color.

Every age and size.

Perspectives are a funny, fickle thing,

they help you clearly visualize.

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The picture that was painted,

and the scene left to be seen.

Is like night and day or black and white,

not just a technicality.

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I never thought that I was ignorant.

But you proved that I was wrong.

You had me tightly in your grip,

like a melody with no song.

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You twisted my emotions,

till I thought I was insane.

Then when I opened up my eyes,

I was the one you blamed.

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I was closed off, needed too much.

I didn’t care enough to listen.

And everyone else believed it too,

I was the source of our contention!

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I tried to keep it all alive.

Keep everything you said, straight.

But you took my loyalty and love,

used it to negotiate.

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How to get your way again.

To control the situation.

To talk me into buying more,

despite these nagging, deep suspicions.

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Like a disposable yo-yo hanging on your string.

And you’re the master of disguise.

I keep falling for you tricks,

When I look in your eyes.