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White Lies Come
My Merry Amusing Sentances, bring you emotional gold.
These Very Abusing Sentances, that wont release thier hold.
I feel like im choking, on a thin laced noose,
painting over reminaints, just to give you a boost.
Why these white Lies Come, I'll never understand.
But until then I don't know if I want to hold your hand...
This sub-conscious feeling is telling me I'm insane,
Forget about the healing when I'm loosing it all again.
These abstract thoughts or memories, these feelings I push aside.
Are slowly rising up, with nowhere to reside.
Am I missing begotten memories or simply regret the past?
Leaving me helplessly feeling, the days are moving too fast.
Are these White Lies choices or black mail from deep within?
Am I happy? or scared? without you, where do I begin?
I can't see no ending to dawnings of new days,
with brightly colored mornings melted in sun's rays.
I know, when I paint truth white and make it so it's not,
Leave the Lie unburdened, so your satisfied with whats got.
I'm sick of personal confusion and all differences between.
This painted delusion and my feelings so unseen.
An undressed tornequet, From Where White Lies come,
giving sense of nurture, bringing happiness to some.
I'm scared of being lonely, I'm scared of myself,
but accepting this nature is an addiction in itself.
So until the voice stop whispering, until the deed is done.
I'll lay upon this bed and allow White Lies to come...
