I remember
The first time
I learned to lie
"It doesn't hurt" I cried
As tears spilled from my defiant eyes
And the beatings continued,
I remember
The first time
I learned to play
Make believe,
"I have plenty of friends"
I answered to anyone who'd inquire,
And now I'm a chronic liar
Are you ok?
Yes I'm fine,
Are you sad?
No, I'm pretty happy,
How's life?
Just peachy thank you,
Just trying
To get through the day
Pretending to be glad
Rushing out the door
Knowing no one
Waits for me
At the place I call home
Looking for my knife
I recede from the outside lies
I cut deep,
And as I watch the blood seep;
Through the fabric of my parting skin
I relish the pain, the rush and the thrill of this sin
The only truth I know;
Before I cry myself to sleep...
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