A lie is hidden beneath the truth
That you keep on telling me
What should I believe? Will you ell me so I Can see the light through your eyes that's reflecting off the building where you work behind your desk Is a chair where you sit facing a door, waiting for a person who will change what you write on a piece of paper on your desk. Your pencil is at rest because your mind just cannot invest in it, but in me, so please begin to see with your eyes and not your everything else. Stop! Take my pulse it's raging higher, lower, I can't breathe because I know the lie hidden beneath the truth.
