Behind My Words

Written by: Michael J. Falotico

                                         I'm picking paper from the floor...
                                             Missing pages out my door...
                                             I never really told the truth...
                                      We were two in one that made a group...
                                          It was easier to mold my words...
                                   In a time where honesty was never heard...
                          
                                           I'm picking paper from the floor...
                                            Lost in pages I could not ignore...
                                              I seldom ever told the truth..
                                          You had me falling through a hoop...
                                           You never looked behind my lines... 
                                          So we melted in two seperate sky's...