A suit and tie, that polished smile,
Covering up sins stacked mile by mile.
They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child—
A ready-made story, perfectly styled.
They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach,
But on someone’s pain, they made their reach,
With vows of loyalty, words so neat,
While another’s screams lie beneath their feet.
Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies,
Leaving someone broken, with silent cries.
They mount new heights, they shout and boast—
Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost.
So smile for the camera, flash your pride,
Show off the life that you tried to hide.
For we know the truth beneath your gleam—
A hollow show, a self-made scheme.
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