Denied
This morning I opened my eyes. I saw the edge of my reality;
It was all lies.
Those that smiled and said they'd help let me fall.
I then thought to stick to my ideas, but life took them all.
The way I see things, a man is his actions.
When those men in suits come to ask me who I am what is it that I, an honest man, supposed to say.
That is why I'm here today.
I want to stand for what's true.
When those men in suits come to me and say "who are you?"
I can say that I've tried.
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