Liar, Liar

I'll own it if I have to:

I'm a liar to the core.

I'm a liar through and through, 

but I don't want to anymore,

It's old, 

what's more, it's tiring

I can't lie

'til I lay expiring,

and knocking on Death's door.

I need to be me.

I need to be free.

I need to be, to be...


Something more...

than I am now,

than I've been before.

I just know, 

if I only try,

there's a plan for me in store.

But I don't want to try tonight.

It's scary, dark, a chore.

But I'll rest for now,

and wake up tomorrow

with the sun on my face

in the morning.

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