When you make up how you live
With so much on how you can give
Someone can start to wonder
How you do treat those others
I know just how you are
I've seen it not from afar
Little white lies may be what you see
Deceit is a prospective of so much more
The missing links to what you say
Make people question you everyday
Does it get tiring on how you live you life
Do you see what meaning you give
They know you from inside
Rush to the cold of the outside
Hide within the white slate
You might just be too late
If someone really cared on these
They would bring you to your knees
The freight of loosing all may be
Thats why they just swallow and leave
Lives are at steak
When you make your way in the world
Dont be afraid to let it go
The end result may not be told
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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