It comes fluently
Like a first language
Guilt is the accent I've learned to hide
Letting lies slide off my tongue and fly
Like birds released in a breeze
Can never be seized from the sky
I wish it wasn’t so easy
But the muscles in my tongue have been trained in resistance
Enough to push the weight of all my secrets underneath it
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
It comes fluently
Like a first language
Guilt is the accent I've learned to hide
Letting lies slide off my tongue and fly
Like birds released in a breeze
Can never be seized from the sky
I wish it wasn’t so easy
But the muscles in my tongue have been trained in resistance
Enough to push the weight of all my secrets underneath it
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