My Songs Don’t Lie
I was riding along the dusty country road
Under the scorching sun
Of the town where I was born
When a thought came to mind
That my songs don’t lie
Yes, my songs don’t lie
The thought gave me a certain pride
That I carried around for a little while
Just then… I embarrassed myself
To the point of no return
For something I couldn’t justify
That’d been planted deep in my psyche
Rooted in my subconscious
Oh it’s much easier to be honest
When one likes oneself
But what to do, oh what to do
When one’s a disappointment
To oneself?
Where to escape?
Where to hide?
How to get on
With life?
Under the scorching sun
Of the town where I was born
When the thought came to mind
That my songs don’t lie
My vanity plays peekaboo
When I’m talking with you
I cringe when I see
The things I hate in others
I see them in me
I felt with so much pride
That my songs don’t lie
But how to hide the ugly truths
If my songs don’t lie?
Where to escape?
Where to hide?
How to get on
With life?
If my songs,
My songs don’t lie./.
Feb 12, 2019
Gnocchi Artyst