I wrote this few months back, about a guy I know from work. All he ever do is lie |
The truth in our lives and the lies we make Why do we lie when we can be honest Wanting to deceive others whom we call friends Those who we spend our times with And to comfort them with a lie Thinking only for a one time and we call it even Breaking their trust only in seconds Only to repeat itself all over again Praying each time to be your very last Though already it had become your tongue Taking over your mind and you not knowing Time flies like butterflies and you don't know Believing what you see ignoring the rest Your eyes see only what you want to see Seeing the whole world... black and in white And by the time you realise what you have become Taking alone time jumping into your past Wanting to remember all the things you did Hardly comes to your mind, of all the good you did Too many to forget though, of all the wrong you did Realizing of all the opportunities you had missed Your mind finally sees just more than your eyes did Wanting to be the same kid that didn't knew how to lie To be free of something that you made on your own To be free of something you had built on your own To be free of something that stained you in the end To be free of something that you learned from others Something that you had used to make yourself better All because you couldn't be brave enough to speak the truth Realizing you had missed the rainbow that came after the storm... |