So many times that I've said something and meant something else,
For what dwells within, I'd seldom like to express,
So I move on, having convinced you of what isn't,
Suspect me of lying? Hah! I bet you didn't,
But on days like this, when I'm reminiscing on a bridge with myself,
I feel a pall grow within that I just can't help,
For I can lie to you, lie to the world and hold my tears in my eyes,
But I can't hide myself from myself, despite all my tries...


(Note to self: Archived till here)