In The Mist Of Lies
In the mist of the lies I hear your cries.
In the crowd of mess I feel distress
Why is it wrong to sing my song
We all need someone to belong
Where are you now my darling girl
I feel you drifting away
And I need to pray
Never mind my sweet I hold my head high
I really don't like the lies, miss interpretration
God the frustration
Just like a slice, justice is nice
Soon be caught at the court and I will be free
To run with glee!
I tell you my x just don't get stressed
A Few weeks to go so be prepared for war
You real naccistic ...