Truth
Smoking, drinking, stupid friends
Don’t add up to much,
When compared to your past life
And all that you have done
You speak to me in truth
And tell me all your secrets
And when you make a promise
You always tend to keep it
I wish that I could be like you,
And actually keep my word,
And only say what’s true
To make you feel reassured
When I give my word to you
Sometimes my heart just aches;
Knowing that my promise made
Is something I’ll surely break.
The pain is growing deep inside
Knowing what I’ve done to you
Telling you these awful lies
Why can’t I, for once, be true?
I really am quite sorry
For all the pain I’ve caused
I should be telling you the truth
Without a hesitating pause















Comments
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But if it ever came down to one day,
one day left in a thousand,
the last good times of summer,
are the last few minutes of warmth,
remember what it was like to enjoy our time,
before we all go back to school and learn,
before our eyes turn grey aga
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Pumba?
That is fine and all, but you must understand that that makes it difficult for other readers to fully understand what you are talking about.
Nevertheless, judging by words and style rather than contents, it is quite good.
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"hell is other people"
-Sartre
"each man is his own hell"
-Tar
"All in all, it's pretty much hell all the way, no matter how you slice the cake."
-Adrian Daniels
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