The End Of The Lie

When I walk outside, 

feel the breeze, 

my heart is beating. 

It’s a cold day, 

I can feel it, 

within my soul. 

I cant wait, 

to see your face

I can see it now. 

I can feel it now.

Why were the cards dealt this way?

I said I can breathe. 

Why would you look at me to say,

"is that the end,

of the lie?

Goodnight." 

Can you hear me? 

Can you see me? 

It didn’t have to be this way.

"That is the end,

of the lie.

So goodbye." 

The sound is low, and soft,

but nearly deafening. 

I went for a walk. 

Saw the trees,

The birds were singing.

Have you had enough

of the lie?

Went back home,

it is quiet,

but nearly empty. 

Called your phone,

I needed something,

something to complete me.

Have you had enough,

of the lie?

Why were the cards dealt this way?

I said I can breathe. 

Why would you look at me to say,

"is that the end,

of the lie?

Goodnight." 

Can you hear me? 

Can you see me? 

It didn’t have to be this way.

"That is the end,

of the lie.

So goodbye."

Remember me