Not Good Enough For The Truth In Cliche Lyrics の小説・ストーリー

Blood is louder than truth. And suddenly, I knew the game wasn’t over. It was just beginning

But I’m afraid to give my heart to you! So, I give you my fake love forever, Will you let me love you? Or will you leave me for someone better? I’ll be all alone without you. Fake love is all I can give you! Fake love is all I have! Don’t leave me alone, please, I beg you, ‘Coz my fake love is here to stay. The lyrics echoed in my mind and heart, leaving an indelible mark. I didn’t know if he meant them for us, but they sounded heartfelt.

"Take the money and get lost. Don't come near my sister again. I'll make her the happiest little princess." "Who needs your dirty money!" Kevin threw the money away. Wiping away his tears, he turned and headed back to the countryside as he knew he couldn't defeat Craig. He had permanently lost his beloved girl. … "So, this is what you call giving Cindy the best life? Craig, you liar!" Kevin's accusations flew at Craig like arrows, hitting him where it hurt. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Craig dropped to the ground, crying while endlessly repeating his apology. "Enough! Stop acting!" I cut Craig off. "Life is like a movie, and my performance is coming to an end. Why are you still jumping in, Craig?

I remembered the sound first — a soft ripping that felt like a small surrender, like tissue tearing under too-stiff fingers. It echoed in the tiny apartment the way a dropped glass might in a cathedral: too loud, too honest. I held the page in both hands and watched the words I had given life to fold into something useless. The headline still sat on the top like an accusation: ELYSIUM — THE WORLD INSIDE A GILDED THEATER. I had believed, once, that truth had a duty to be loud. Tonight, the truth sounded cruel.

He knows exactly the right words to say every single time. “Do what?” his voice lowers, and there is a slight rasp. He knows exactly what I’m referring to, but his desire for praise always wins. “Know what to say,” I smile. “Just hearing your voice… I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t think it would matter how terrible a day I was having, you could make it better.” After saying that out loud, I shook my head, “That sounded ridiculously cliché.” “I’d stoop as low as being cliché to make you happy,” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Has Az been blowing up your phone?”

Cause baby you're worth it So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me Cause you might look around and find your dreams come true with me Spend all your time and your money just find out my love was free So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me, me It's not a bad thing to fall in love with me, me Not such a bad thing to fall in love with me No I won't fill your mind with broken promises And wasted time And if you fall You'll always land right in these arms These arms of mine Don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me Cause you might look around and find your dreams come true with me Spend all your time and your money just to find out that my love

He began playing and singing, "I close my windows To keep out memories But I would understand If you still seep through the pores Oddly effervescent I hide my secrets Deep, locked inside a vault If you burglarize my life I'm not surprised I would understand the crime. I cried, before it all went dry We were light All ghosts, no repose I'm the champion of the night. You could burn the world To show the brighter side I would let you this time I cried, before it all went dry We were light. Lay, lay with pretty actors But lack acting average A little short on everything you want After, after ugly is mastered We're all better bastards

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

A bitter truth? Ain't I myself an imposter then? Just like everyone?