Under Oath

I would tell you how i feel, but you wouldn't understand

for the language i speak is from another land.

I will give you the key to my mind,

but the lock you will never find.

You can have all the answers to the test,

but all the questions are incorrect.

I would tell you my life story,

but i haven't written it yet.

I sold my heart for its weight in gold,

i don't fell bad for that man i fooled.

Now i am as rich as ever,

but the wine is even more bitter.

It is finally summer,

but i am cold and severed.

Where am i going,

I can't see through all these lies.

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