As time passes and days go by I learn
More lies. The new sham I hear the more blind
I access likewise the truth is untwined.
When new lies are formed, dirt escapes his tongue.
My light feels like it has been strongly stung.
My light is always burned by an iron
That I have pepper scars. Then I think kind
And reminisce the good old days which starts
A rainstorm on my sheets. Then it recharts
Why I stand all this pain and begin my
New thoughts, it is also when I outcry
My forgiveness to him. Which invoices
His true side of inhumanity, yearn
My same belief in your perfect choices.