The Truth Will Come

I'm lost, the ground is glossed with an icy frost, who am I? the guy that told the lie, but why? But no matter how hard I try, I still ask why? I wish I could cry, No I wish I could die, Nomatter how hard I try, I still ask  why? I lied, in which I tried to hide, but you cried, you know I lied.

Author's Note

Don't worry about grammar/spelling - enjoy

Reviews

[Jean Alexandria Randall]

This was expressed very well. It almost reminds me of a song in a sense.

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

Beautiful piece my friend, stitched together like a pro. Love it. =) good work.