You ask why I live such a lie
I respond while looking you straight in the eye
It is the only way I know how to get by
You ask why is that the only way
It just happens that every single day
Something goes wrong and I can't get away
You ask why can't I truthfully speak
Everytime I try my tongue gets weak
Then I look away and my eyes begin to leak
You ask why do I lie if it makes me cry
I would rather hold it in and slowly die
Then be alone with no one at my side
I applaude your writings... you have said something that I have tried to say before but have never been able to put into words... Thank you.