These excuses are venom that poison my mind
Evasions to conceal what I cannot fathom to find
They spew like ***** tasting bitter like rind
But they adorn me with comfort that I cannot unbind
So I sit with a smile and a face awry yet kind
Only to mask that I loathe what's behind
Not me, not you, but really the demons inside
That I've let bury deep and try faithfully to hide
But truth knows it's way past the words that i lied
And it will burn the shards that I've left on this ride
To scorn me of the errors in all that I've put on my side
I'll run from the confusion through this high tide
And stand alone as the mournful abandoned bride
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
These excuses are venom that poison my mind
Evasions to conceal what I cannot fathom to find
They spew like ***** tasting bitter like rind
But they adorn me with comfort that I cannot unbind
So I sit with a smile and a face awry yet kind
Only to mask that I loathe what's behind
Not me, not you, but really the demons inside
That I've let bury deep and try faithfully to hide
But truth knows it's way past the words that i lied
And it will burn the shards that I've left on this ride
To scorn me of the errors in all that I've put on my side
I'll run from the confusion through this high tide
And stand alone as the mournful abandoned bride
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