The Truth's Fool
Caught grips with reality
Yet it left me, my sanity
Blood sweating energy, I tried to prove it to you
Crazy you are, when they say it ain’t true.
Allowed my imagination
Run with fearful fascinations.
Nails deep, I griped harder, each time you’d pull
Wanting to convince that I’m losing you.
A deep in guts itch I just couldn’t scratch
Suppressed my know in knowing so you wouldn’t detach.
Attempting to save what was already gone
Countin’ out memories while you’ve moved on.
Embracing my worst fears, yes now all could see!
Yet still called senseless, simple minded as could be.
Well how else did they expect a crazy to react?
I came for you and her full blows and attack.
Who’s the fool?
Once the truth comes through
(Sit in cell)
I’m facing the consequences
For now all believe once I manifested my conscious.
Copyright © Macaiah Gross | Year Posted 2016
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