Nothing but the truth


Its not a song, ’twas ne’er a poem
its just a beat, its just the house
I don’t need a friend, enough of botherings
I said it was right, and still its a crime
its my universe, but the lies are not mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

I need my friend, the only friend
the happy days that just won’t end
I feel the wind, I feel the dawn
I need something new to get high on
they’re my eyes, but the view is not mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

And why really don’t I smell
a total bias or the holy truth
a poem dies but not the rhyme
and are you really afraid of the time
words are all lies, but the music is mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

Why I dies, why I slipped
a moth, the wings didn’t flip
can you see what they mean
can you just lose control, just trip
just lose the rhyme, but not the poem
the same place, the same time
a different day, a different line
no chorus that’s so divine
the dissolution, the resurrection time
views, lies, and the why of I dies.

Your father dies, your mother lies
the torture ends, some surprise
the curtain’s heavy, its dusty
is it the bias, or the biggest lie
of how I wrote of what was right
of how I lost my only delight
of how I lost my view, my sight
I raise a cry, but I won’t fight
And what do you think is the biggest lie?

This is a poem, ’twas ne’er a song
of how I lost the chorus in time
and was left alone to commit the crime.

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