I make promises that are empty
to fill the hole
where my heart should be.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living a lie
and the only one being fooled is me.
I try and ignore what I know,
yet I know what I hide
and I hide it in the snow.
While white on the outside
only I know my mind.
The truth is I'm still
doubting if it's mine.
[ARH]
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
I make promises that are empty
to fill the hole
where my heart should be.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living a lie
and the only one being fooled is me.
I try and ignore what I know,
yet I know what I hide
and I hide it in the snow.
While white on the outside
only I know my mind.
The truth is I'm still
doubting if it's mine.
[ARH]
