Concealing the Truth
The visions of your lies becoming clear
Your deception I hear
For what I fear
Is drawing near.
Your lies speaking loudly now.
What I thought was real,
Was only a reproduction
Of the truth you try to conceal.
Out of everything that has been said
The wrong path I have been led.
I feel as though you have bit the hand,
Of which you are fed.
Have it your way.
But by the end of the day,
You’ll having nothing to help
Keep the pain away.
