Skeletons

It's no secret, we all got them
But they aren't noble like Bruce Wayne and Gotham
It's satiric and secret like a stabbing
And people who want to know only want to for bad things
For laughing, I see that
Tell different things to different people; it's hard to keep track
I'm very aware I got various skeletons
Like a fugitive woman that's marrying many men
It's nothing bad, I never hurt anyone
Not maliciously anyway, I'm viciously getting swayed
From the prize that I'm after with lies that I fathom
These guys are just bantams, I try to surpass them
Advice of telling truth is foreign and shook me
Maybe I'm just more insecure than I should be
I got a past that just ought to be buried
Skeletons in the closet like gay Somalians married

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There's two type of people; ruthless
And the other dudes who end up toothless
Forget mistakes, I keep the wounds well nursed
Cause a true visionary always lies to himself first!
Cause there's no such thing as true life
To protect another one, I bet you might!
Forget mistakes, I keep the wounds well nursed
Cause a true visionary always lies to himself first!

Putridly shattering
So many things would be different if I could lucid dream fantasy
I need some to stay true
Because if one slips up, then believe I'm attacked like Beirut!
Some meant more
Like getting caught by your wife in a limo while fucking a dead whore
People you want to rid, and never seem to
At the mercy of those who know the real you
But it all could be different if it started off right
I won’t make history like I'm Madeleine Albright
I'm not perfect and I'll never pretend to be
Hate me for it, I'll lie and make you a friend of me
I'll act in your best intention
Just not in the best way, I'm only human, it isn't a felony
Look, I'm always hindered within a stress duel
Because honesty's too dry, I'm simmering in the cesspool
But it's a vicious cycle and a downward spiral
That's never ending, clever sending messages that's ever pending
But you cover tracks, its something you train, son
Even telling lies I have nothing to gain from
That's when you realize that you're in too deep
Like your head exploding on the ocean floor of a blue sea
The truth is in my brain, I got it all stocked there
And take it with me to the grave with a lock of my love's hair

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