• You run away from your self your afraid to tell the truth
    but you have no where to go
    now others chase you trying to make you tell the truth
    you try to hide
    no where to hide
    you can hid it no where to run
    now you wish you were dead
    the others tell you to bully others
    no where to run to
    no one to turn to
    no one to talk to
    now your miserable you should have realized that pretending is wrong
    you lie pry hide and try to aviode
    now officially there is no one to turn to talk to run to go to or hide to
    you want to tell the truth
    you can't
    your so twisted in the rose thorns of lies and the rose of fate is just a touch away
    and the weeds pull you down
    now you to tangled to move
    your left in the shadow of life
    the weeds make fun of you and torment you
    now you wish you were dead
    gone forever
    not one wants you
    you lied
    no one likes a liar
    you should just dissapper
    now go
    your free
    but you must lurk
    as a nobody
    forever
    and be
    mocked for ever