Little white lies
Which mean no harm
Cut like a knife
Dragged over an arm
Trying to hide
The truth from the lies
But your cloud of deceit
Darken the skies
Slowly losing
Grasp of your mind
Fading and twisted
And battered by time
Hollow and empty
The thoughts you may have
Mean nothing to anyone
Whom you may haved loved
Fearful regretting
Of everything past
Leaves lingering whispers
Of which never last
Blinded and stolen
The light you once found
Your head in the sky
But your face in the ground
