An Honest Truth Masked By Lies
I've been living in these dry bones
and no one seems to care
I don't know what I'm doing here
but I'm pretty sure you're not there
I have seen every sunset
been hoping that you're resting there
I don't know where you're hiding
but I'm pretty sure it's not here
so I bit down on my tobacco
tried to forget about today
told myself tomorrow's coming
but I'm pretty sure it's already won
so I laid in my bed and looked at the ceiling
and I could feel the darkness creeping
and when my tears they stopped streaming
I'm pretty sure you weren't there
ashamed about what people would be thinking
grabbed myself a razorblade
but as that first cut was sinking
I'm pretty sure you weren't there
I don't know why you're a mystery
I don't know why I can't find you
but I am down here and I'm dying
and I'm pretty sure you aren't there
so what happens to us
when you're not around
do we turn to dust
or do we go down
cause I know my debt
and I know what I've paid
I'm pretty sure it's not enough
so what happens to us?
Copyright © Kevin Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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