The words that I write are collections of random thoughts that have been collecting dust in a closet built for ghosts.
Principles are yelled at the top of lungs
Spitting daggers of truth
Deflating the bubbles of lies
That shields the ignorant from reality
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Look into my eyes and deny the truth
Tell me a lie that I haven’t heard before
Tilt your head and smile
Believe that your charm is impressive
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I fold my shaking hands and hang my weary head
Praying one day I will be able to leave my past behind
God help me understand how to face these trials
And in the end be able to keep my peace of mind
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