Sometimes Love Feels Like a Lie

THE TRUTH OF US

What story will we tell when we are old?
What choices will we blame for who we are?
The truth of us is all the lies we’ve told.

A twisted river carried us this far.
We thought we knew each other at the start.
What choices will we blame for who we are?

How foolish to believe two wounded hearts
Could heal as one. Too many scars remain.
We thought we knew each other at the start,

But only saw reflections of our pain.
A fragment of a self made whole. No lie
Could heal, as one too many scars remain.

We call this love and watch the years pass by,
Not knowing who we are or what we mean.
A fragment of a self made whole. A lie.

We stare, then look away, caught in between
Not knowing who we are or what we mean.
What story will we tell when we are old?
The truth of us is all the lies we’ve told.

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