No one knows my true lies.
Or the places I go to cry.
They don't see the real me.
Only the person I pretend to be.
I'm the empty bag you see flying in the breeze.
Constantly getting lost with ease.
I feel like I'm going insane.
But I'm calm in the rain.
My true lies that you hear.
Are sometimes not always clear.
I am a lost soul that doesn't want to be found.
Under a new king that was crowned.
I can't live by his rule.
I helped let this happen and I feel like a fool.
And my tears will never dry.
Not until the day I die.
