I know things can't be the turned around
Because I don't want to be wrapped up in the whispers of my understanding.
Wedged in the drought, and waiting for rain.
Caught in the lies, and believing the pain.
A mixture of distrust; Forgiven?? or Confused??
Why do I choose to get drenched in the darkest rain,
just to keep him from the burning pain?
I decide to be silent And quietly gather the lies spoken.
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