Sitting on the coffee table
a few meters away from me...
The curtain drops,
and darkness falls...
Tears form icicles in my eyes
as I listen to more of your lies...
I've noticed you seem to be quiet
Involved only within your work...
Contrary to my reality.
Surrounded by people...
by Inside the Liar
Yes, I knew him once.
My true face is hidden
behind a well crafted mask...
I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...
Choking on words
Don't feel enough to push sound through my throat...
Let me tell you a story
About a sweet, young boy...