with lies i'd prefer to believe
than the reality

with snow i swept
rather than the dust i kicked

with another layer of skin
i have no need for this

with the promises kept
rather than the betrayals

with ***** that only touched casks
rather than the wine that touched lips

in water (it's honest)
rather than earth (it lies)

with a thousand soft whispers
not the empty threats

with the love i once felt
rather than the violence i know

and etch on the tombstone
"it's about ******* time!"