comfort in shade and shadows trust in all lies that follows like fools believing of truth that never been told and hope for the better tomorrow and I for one, am the liar
throw up in the stairs stained with the spoils of time some broken words and wishful scream, echoes death, doesn't takes you afar and I for one, am the liar
sleepless nights, turning sour silence to tears, tears to cries denial of the days passed by will be there always, end of time and consumed by sudden loss and I for one, am the liar
reasons none, and a cheating love not your fault but mine your heart being on the line expecting accepting from where it came but body and not your soul and I for one, am the liar
its empty in words and makes less sense valleys of fears and harvest left behind becoming something that you never were finding strength in all the pain its just me or is it my name and I for one, am the liar
an abstract form of write.. describing life and its aspects from my point of view... saying, its all, but a lie... it makes no sense, with understanding and figuring out what life really is... and in the end, its me who is a liar, believing in it...