Nothing but empty road on both sides
Oh well, better than all those lies
Secrets with which I live, die
Every morning I must wake to
So maybe this path is best left deserted
Wouldn't let anybody near me be hurt
Showing posts with label poem poetry my dishonest path. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem poetry my dishonest path. Show all posts
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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