My misfortune is times distortion
What I recall is not so real
Those joys and blessings upon me bestowed
These days
How am I supposed to feel?
Happiness in turmoil
Is it true
I know it's not
If I do not like reality
I'll replace it with what's not
Distorted, such a twisted word
In time the changes come
Blessings, Joys or tragedy
Turmoil decides the one
True, is it really?
Days like these I think it's not
It is true if you admit it
It's distorted, if you do not
I'll tip the scales in my favor
Bend the rules
Edge my bets
The version of you and I that I'll remember
Far better than the truth I now forget
Beautiful poetic story, you make forgetting sound so easy.
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