Life is like a connected lie,
every day goes by, we try
We all know, That we lie
Never would we admit, that we all cry.
How would it feel, to feel like you, trapped in your world of acceptance?
I see the true colours masked with your rainbow, Grey it is, through my perception.
I wonder how you cope, with a drink? A smoke? its all the same in the end,
Best to breathe in the thick green smoke, than the poisoned air we all drown in.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Life is like a connected lie,
every day goes by, we try
We all know, That we lie
Never would we admit, that we all cry.
How would it feel, to feel like you, trapped in your world of acceptance?
I see the true colours masked with your rainbow, Grey it is, through my perception.
I wonder how you cope, with a drink? A smoke? its all the same in the end,
Best to breathe in the thick green smoke, than the poisoned air we all drown in.