A secret that was not meant for ears, Would be told for many years. Some whispered words meant for a friend, Would be overheard and spread without end.
Since one person found out That which none were sure about. Not knowing if it be false or true, That is when it began to ensue.
Never wanted to be proven wrong Even when trapped in a corner Heart thumping; Knee's quivering; Lip's trembling; As my mind races to cover up yet another
What started out as one little innocent white lie Has splintered out into uncountable amounts
There is so much beneath the surface of what we are being told, like cream rising to the top of milk, like layers in the ocean, like light filtering in only through the top. The rest is inky darkness, so much life and truth swirling beneath the surface.
I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t let go. I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t let her true colors show. The girl who hides her sadness as if she’s wearing a mask And says that everything is fine. The girl who pretends everything is sublime. But on stage she’s the only thing that could ever matter. No