Repeatedly I hear myself over and over again
Trying to convince me that it's still a sin.
I haven't told them everything therefore its still a lie.
I sit drowning in confusion and the tears I cry.
Suffering happens quite often to me
And I don't think of it I will ever be free.
Lying to myself has become a habit hard to break
And because I often believe it I make lots of mistakes.
Solitude is the best road I should travel down.
Build a house just like a swelling in the ground.
Never to come out again and face the truth.
I rather just stay in here and waste away my youth.
"You lie" I tell myself yet once more.
I start to listen as I stand at the door.
I stumble in and out but I think I'll stay here
Soaking in my confusion until it all becomes clear.
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9. You Lie
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I haven't told them everything therefore its still a lie.
I sit drowning in confusion and the tears I cry.
Never to come out again and face the truth.
Wow...worth waiting for!! This is an incredible write!!
So many good lines, and you speak the truth here, so much so, that it's made me face myself!
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