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Honesty to self
To ourselves we lie,
No one else believes
Only us do we deceive
Others know who we are
Yet we strive to hide the scar
Thinking no one else will know
When it is our faults we often show
Does anyone know what to do
How honest are you with you
Can I be honest with me
How honest can I be
To the lies we die
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dirty windows, dirty rooms
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
And that is what you want to show.
Why then do you flash your lips,
And sway your hips to draw them in.
You wish your soul was seen,
Yet you go fishing for the flesh.
Reveling in not being wanted,
Ignoring what lies in wait.
Why the misdirection,
The swerving from the path.
Why do it wrong
If you want something to last
It seems the window's dirty
Or is it what lies beyond.
moving and getting nowhere
Melancholy sadness,
Malaise and madness,
Fear and anger,
Doubt and worry,
Where does it go from here.
Precarious as this ledge may be,
It is still the home I know.
Stagnation like a vampire looms,
Waiting, watching for it's chance
To feed upon the desire to grow.
Moving neither up nor down,
Only going round ,
To complete the vicious cycle.
All self imposed these things i face,
Why can't i just leave this place.
Move on in life,
Leave the past behind,
And once again let life be mine.
To ourselves we lie,
No one else believes
Only us do we deceive
Others know who we are
Yet we strive to hide the scar
Thinking no one else will know
When it is our faults we often show
Does anyone know what to do
How honest are you with you
Can I be honest with me
How honest can I be
To the lies we die
-------------------------------------------------
dirty windows, dirty rooms
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
And that is what you want to show.
Why then do you flash your lips,
And sway your hips to draw them in.
You wish your soul was seen,
Yet you go fishing for the flesh.
Reveling in not being wanted,
Ignoring what lies in wait.
Why the misdirection,
The swerving from the path.
Why do it wrong
If you want something to last
It seems the window's dirty
Or is it what lies beyond.
moving and getting nowhere
Melancholy sadness,
Malaise and madness,
Fear and anger,
Doubt and worry,
Where does it go from here.
Precarious as this ledge may be,
It is still the home I know.
Stagnation like a vampire looms,
Waiting, watching for it's chance
To feed upon the desire to grow.
Moving neither up nor down,
Only going round ,
To complete the vicious cycle.
All self imposed these things i face,
Why can't i just leave this place.
Move on in life,
Leave the past behind,
And once again let life be mine.