Standing high on this mountain of truth that I am proud off,
I have never let people get in my way to get to heaven.
Now it seems heaven has a price to be paid in this world,
This world that holds idle gossip to they hearts
As if it suppose to be some glorified trophy.
There goes the phone again, is it her to moan to me again?
I like her but she moans too much about my friends.
Do I speak my mind to lose good friends?
I said I would be gone from the room, one day.
Then if I am abandoned in the cold to walk alone again,
I will walk the cold road alone again knowing truth is out.
Another day is here, another moan this time to me about me.
Fog is now lifting on what I must do to have clear mind,
Clear conscience, to move away from the sister of serpent tongue.
She killed the fun online with her deception
While men are kicked from rooms,
Ice queen face goes into a snarl for a second,
Then she types like nothing happens and nothing wrong.
She walks into a room of strangers with a smile as if nothing happened.
When nobody would listen to her problems I followed like a fool,
Only to listen to her moan about the people that think she is an angel.
If only they knew the truth of the one we all call the xx.
