Fractured.
Feeling so frustrated that you cannot see
The lying man is no longer me.
I'm clothed in the light
and I'm closing the gap
What more can I do, I'm all that you ask
I presume it to be that if I were to look back
I'd hate what I see, your lies behind me
To know I told all, the pain that it gives
But you still hold back, This is know.
Before us came them, but you paint me an art
of perfection and then, from me falls apart
the crumbling of truth when the lies are exposed
what then shall happen when you know that I know?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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