Dead Man Inside
If you dig too deep, you'll hit the core.
They're parts deep inside that are still sore.
Emotions long for the light of day,
but my dignity has locked them all away.
Under dried tears and coated in brine,
is a heart so long since been left behind.
Surrounded by should have, could have been,
is the heart of a child in the chest of dead men.
So many versions they are of me,
I have to look deep inside,to see which one I may be.
I put on a smile and unpack a new face,
but lost in a wrinkle, is a stain of disgrace.
I'm doing just fine, but if you look real close,
I'm not really real, just a shadow, a ghost.
The life of the party, a really great guy,
passing all in the fast lane, while inside we die.
My soul's on the exit ramp; will work for true love.
My body throws trash out of the window, as he passes above.
Nothing personal now. No entry inside.
If I promised you more, I'm sorry we lied.
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