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The Only
What you know you hold inside
Is the Only voice you need
You shudder as it echoes into the fire
To sound clearly for all eternity
Coz on the outside your make-up
Will cover up secrets
Call them true dishonesties’
But you can’t walk through
The corridors of your past
Without peeping at your hearts true meaning
Those thoughts you thought of long before
Are they the reason for bearing these feelings?
You know the truth deep down in your gut
But the mystery is
Why are you still living?
Coz under the covers, lies bold black lettering, revealing
The Only thing that’s real
Is an underlying uncertainty of what we’re all afraid to feel?
Is the Only voice you need
You shudder as it echoes into the fire
To sound clearly for all eternity
Coz on the outside your make-up
Will cover up secrets
Call them true dishonesties’
But you can’t walk through
The corridors of your past
Without peeping at your hearts true meaning
Those thoughts you thought of long before
Are they the reason for bearing these feelings?
You know the truth deep down in your gut
But the mystery is
Why are you still living?
Coz under the covers, lies bold black lettering, revealing
The Only thing that’s real
Is an underlying uncertainty of what we’re all afraid to feel?
Published 17th Mar 2013
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