It's Not What It Seems
it's not as good as you say
It's not what it seems
False tales and dreary days
No sunshine, it only rains
Just old cloudy days
And yesterday's dreams
It's not all you make it out to be
Things don't come free
There's a price for everything
Even a price for your soul
You're making something out of nothing
it's always something
All the drama, all that pain
Stings my piercing heart
You tell your lies in the dark
One day I'll bust open
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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