The Truth
I’m a liar and a sinner
A thief and an addict
I pretend that I’m the winner
When really I’m the loser
I toy with your minds
Telling you stories
That I make up on a whim
I don’t even know what’s real anymore
My fantasies and life collided
So that you come up with the wrong conclusions
The religious tell me it’s not too late
Repent and be saved
But I know it is…
My judgment day is coming
And it’s coming hard and fast
You tell each other that –
It’ll be alright
She really doesn’t mean it
But I do and it’s true…
Its over the gigs up
I want out and for it all to end
Just some peace and quiet
No more thinking, hurting, dying, or confusion
I want to tell you something
Before I go though
I’m sorry and I’d change if it helped
But I’m out of time and patience for it
I’m sorry I was the way I was
And all the stupid crap I put you through
Just to see your reaction
Trust me its all as easy and fine as it’ll ever be
I’m sorry for it all
But trust me on one thing
Your day will come too
When your soul and deeds
Will be put on the scales
Raised for all to see
And you get that feeling
The feeling of doubt and wonder
If you’ll pass or not
And he’ll tell you on that very day
The righteous and mighty
Shall watch and stare
On judgment day on us all.
Copyright © Kenna Nunnery | Year Posted 2008
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