In this place of true honesty I find myself unsatisfied I find myself in this place when I Cry out secrets I have untold Only my mind holds And my subconscious knows I haven't spent enough time in this place Without Confession or fear Without Haveing to shed a tear Without Uneaseness of my life A life I never live in this place Cause I try to Squeeze myself where there's no space Where I'd have to replace the memory with Unverbalized lies And throw on some silly disguise Where I'm supposed to care about president Clinton's sex life And forget about my own strife So I can come back to this place and Cry out the lies Cry out the lies Cry out the lies Till my eyes start to burn Like the wish I have That some days In this place I'll be in peace with my ways And not go back to that wicked space that looks so satisfying Till I turn back to my place and realize I was dying Like the movies children can't see Even when it looks like imagination in this place it becomes reality Real things children aren't supposed to be So they can have a separate place Like me When everything appears well on the outside It's tough to show shedding insides But I refuse to die Having lived on lies SO I CHOOSE TO LET THEM FREEBirth sign: Sagittarius
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