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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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