Lies burned my throat
 But I kept telling them
 The same ones over and over
 Again 
 And again
 Lies hurt
 The teller
 And the listener
 Lies ruin the believer
 Yet we all told them
 
 My lies are unsafe
 For me
 My lies hurt me
 My lies burt 
 My body
 
 My body is a temple
 I am not the queen
 I am a servent to my lies 
 
 You always told me
 Honesty isn't always easy
 But it's always right
 The truth rolls off my tounge
 As rightfully as the stars shine in the sky
 But the lies...
 They still fell
 They've shot just like the stars
 
 The truth
 Though 
 Always shines
 The shining words scream
 Through a smile
 And heal
 The burns
 
 Honesty makes the crown shine
 And I
 The servent
 Am now crowned the queen
 Thanks to you
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	HeartfullyFallen (
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