this fast city made of leadis not the only answerthe truth is dangeroushaving so many windowsif I escape I will be a thiefand sleep brokenly in the morning
how is a foul mouth to be remediedfit for every war and after-dinner blow-upout with his absent truthand his white fish-bellybig as a blemish on the night
How much truth in words?How much fully saidHow much wanted to sayHow much conveyedHow much understoodHow much you want to know?When truth itself is so limited –Its all a lie-LOVE, LIFE, LIE…
I don't knowI say I doBut is it the truth?I really don't know.....I tell myself I am telling the truthBut then my consience says I'm lyingDo I love him?Or is it fake?Will you tell me?I need help.....