Burry me deep in lies they chose to keep that never traveled past my lips, am I the only believer in the words that I say? I choose to rely on thoughts alone for my heart how I see the day How I saw the last moment Don't cut me down because our eyes have different scenes I chose to color the world in colors of calm You leave the mark of a storm and I'm blinded by it's furry I'm blinded by it's eyes In the night I may disappear but I fear those good times I'll never find with another Bury me deep in the lies you say I made This is just the scene the residue of the moment My scene, the calm of the storm
Reason for writing:
I had an arguement with my friend and this is the way I saw it or one of the ways. We're college room mates and I'm thinking of getting another room mate, moving out of the dorm.
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