The land that lies

The land that lies

Happy dancer, singing songs,

Knowing that the end will come;

But which is the end and which new beginnings?

Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?

This all started a long, long time ago,

When I thought I was winning, but now I know.

Remove the light from around her;

It has no use in being my magnet.

Turn the music off, for I am empty

And she could only ever be tragic.

Dancing alone at the end of the night,

Crying in the morning as I lie.

She is only looking lost,

Whilst I am truly falling.

She has never even seen me,

She has not heard me calling.

She has never truly been searched for,

For I have no power to remove my walls.

Sad boy blues with water eyes,

Stares at happy dancer with such despise.

His dead eyes reveal no fury;

The hate is hidden, His jealousy forbidden,

But never silent, truly.

Maiden calling, watches them both and laughs.

She lives in her bubble head as she lies her way to bed

And all that she knows could be contained in a small paper bag.

Her mind could be printed onto the tiniest part of a pinhead,

If only she could remember to not forget;

Maybe she could be more than the worthless words never said.

These are the people at the bottom of the barrel.

Three for the price of none.

Take them and all those singing without knowing of Axl.

Take this rose to free my hands for the gun.

All these people seen through drunken eyes,

Bloodshot eyes see fools in disguise.

All that is left in this pit at night,

Is calling cards and fake profiles,

Lists of idiots with studied lies.

Unknown numbers for adulterous wives

And I am so tired…

I am so very tired.

So tired of people with crocodile cries in the night,

Over people who do not even matter,

So why do I lie?

Suicide is not a surprise when the truth is seen at last.

I have lived in your land of lies

And still you wonder why there is no turning back?

Once choice is made, love is no longer your slave,

For the beast has been released and is free.

Free to leave you behind, free to fly,

Free to find a place to hide

And when I am found there is no more left to say.

What more needs to be said to someone who walked away?

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