The truth they say will set me free.
But how dare i tell the rose to close its petals
when its beauty inspires me .
How do i tell the canary to sing for my satisfaction
when i know it only sings in anticipation of its liberation
The angels feel my pain with every heart ache
For they know i pretend to be happy.
Only they know my smiles are fake.
So i dare my tongue to eternal silence
so she will never know of the love that's buried in my heart
Buried in darkness.
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