I fall into a blanket of folded lies, as you place upon my face, the mask of unmarked tries.
Hiding away all the people that are dangerous, now hidden from my eyes.
Even though you say that you are protecting me from the evil lives.
You still don't confess your own broken promises and unraveled ties.
The hatred that I have witnessed is pushing me even further inside my head.
Due to the fact that you pretend the pain we created, is now finally dead.
Yet I know this is untrue because the excuses are still being fed.
Into a made up world of comfort, by you I am now being led.
Still I can't help but follow you down this path of pretend that we keep.
This sensation of darkness comes with me from life, down within my sleep.
It's to late now to turn back; the feelings are dug down in to deep.
We go up and down these mountains, following even up more steep.
I am marching along this path, not surprised to keep up with you.
Along with this awful taunting shame that I still wish to pursue.
For at the end of this tunnel, the blind fold comes off and I see what's true.
Yet until that precise moment, I take in all the instruction, waiting on a cue.
I am still waiting patiently for you to be ready to allow me to see.
To show me that the things around me are not supposed to be a perfect imagery.
That in this cruel and dark place is where we shall always be.
But in the end you realize that you're the one that is truly following me. -
