Funny, that an overthinker,
like me, ends up doing crazy blunder..
But honey, their fabricated accusations,
make me shed more tears, ain't it a wonder..
Jaw clenched, fist tight, I stand tall before them,
as I sink deep and deep into the pit of guilt.
Oh baby, irony is the way of my life.
For I cry, over the silliest lies they spin..
I might, make my life rocky,
but I end up stronger than a rock.
They might, hurt me to make my life better,
but I end up, stranded on a road, picking up the pieces, left of my heart..
Lies were the way of life, yesterday.
All I want is, to shout the truth, today.
Oh i know, how silence is golden,
Cos they make me feel, that everything I do is forbidden.
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