I was on a medication of deception,
Didn’t stop and make correction,
To the lies that I believed,
You don’t just wake up one morning deceived,
So if the doctor writes that prescription,
Ill let the truth be the inscription,
On the walls in the rooms of my heart,
To view when an erring voice starts.
Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2014
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