It’s very hard to leave a world,
Where everything was a lie.
And start over again elsewhere,
Without suspicion in my eye.
And everytime I see a sight,
Or overhear a lowered tone,
I just can’t help but wonder,
If the truth was ever shown.
And in my chest I quickly feel,
My heart drop to my feet,
Always looking for more lies,
From everyone I meet.
And even if I can not prove them,
I believe all the lies are there,
And they serve as a harsh reminder,
That it is better never to care.
And even if I have it all wrong,
And one has a heart that’s true,
As long as I walk away quickly,
It will be like I never knew.
Pride and heart will remain intact,
As they always, always, should be.
And I can hold my head up high,
Saying, “No one got the best of me.”
