Who am I?
Who are they?
Is it one lie?
Are they what they say?
Blinded by my heart
My eyes are useless
My choices are art
Art of a drunk mess
They act one way
To your face another
Trust changing from day to day
Music of my life couldn't be farther.
How do I go on
How do I face tomorrow
When lies of the past days dawn
Confuses the sunset that follows.
Is it me? Am I lost in the mist?
Which path do I take? Either way I pay a toll.
Take a blade, slit my wrist
Blood dripping or just pain pouring from my soul
I hate what realty has done
Trust blown away in the storm
Looks like the devil won
When will my trust be reborn
I end this for its hard to continue
This chapter will close with rain
next chapter the sky is blue
No clouds, no storm just free of pain.
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