My brain is poisoned with Twisted Tales of a thousand lies I wouldn't be surprised just by a blank of an eye she's on my mind my thoughts are like the game Scrabble it's broken but it gives me ways too imply my words with love.... But I feel alone with no one to hold me in their arms I just don't want to be alone but my mind is like a thousand daggers piercing thru my heart yet, I have yet too come unto the truths of millions of lives as I clean off my shades while the dust brush by yet covering my sight taking my vision as the dust pull a sheet over my eyes too many σf her twisted lies
