The Lonely Man
The sweetest taste, is bitter now
My purest thoughts are poisoned
through
The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me
From every scar I've earned, in
every drink I've drowned
I've felt the joy of the thing
called sin
I've stole and bought but never
received
I've had my fill, my spilling cup
But now I'm empty, a shell of fear
and doubt.
Stand not so tall now, my voice
breaks up
I never believed the pace would slow
Now I feel the cold and I count the
suns
The man who wears the guilty coat
should realise,
That life will have the last laugh
You won't outrun your lies.
And now I feel what silence means,
In all its taunting
Looking to the heaven I don't
believe is there for me anymore
I always was the bad tooth in a
smile
But who I was isn't who I've become.
Every morning I stand in front of an
unforgiving mirror
Life has
the last laugh, Life has the last laugh.
V Topp
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