The lies that have been fed to me;
That I have also been reluctant to swallow;
Are following me along with the past
That I have tried so hard to forget,
That I gave away to anyone who cares
So why did the lies pick now to haunt?
And why did they pick me to feed?
Their paranoia as side effects, haunt also
Screaming, crying, trying to force them out
Just can�t seem to find an exit, only an opening
And they leave I, trying to find the truth
Through the cloudy place that I am to call life
And I fall, down a hill towards what I think is the end
Through the surface of glass, and into the waters
Where I am able to see, but not think at once
Swimming to the surface I see a glimpse of light
I grab onto the light and it pulls me out of the lake
And shows me what is the truth, for now, that I enjoy
And so ends my life; I have flown through the light
And away from the lies that have clouded my sight
