I live a lie - a constant dream,
a hope of something daftly supreme.
Some day I will see it again,
the truth that held me in the wind.
A mask of current gossip stains
the outlines of my narrow veins;
the difference in my heart and mind,
a sum of being cold and kind.
I'm pulled from varying truths to live
the lie that's forced upon my lips,
a freezing wake that stabs my conscience
a falsely warm and shroud acceptance.
It's sorry, to say, with all these clouds
a sun is shining all about,
tangled in my hopes and lies,
the sun, so bright, the alibi.
I wish to bask in all it's glory,
to sit and forget this forged story.
Please just tell me one last time,
if I ask you, will you rhyme?
The words are woven in delicacy -
I'm brought to tears by clear melody,
love, my dear, is not a lie
but surely this one has to die.
I live a life so warm and free,
the sunlight shining down at me,
I run from darkness, hating night,
a facade of being strong and bright.