Southern flair hides the truth.
Mangled reputations build from the gossip.
Turncoat private comments, issue it in.
Lies shown from the underside,
Heat up the relationship,
Until it burns to a crisp, then falls to nothing.
I like the atmosphere, it’s comfortable,
To a point. Nature is beautiful up here.
Hills and oak trees sway my soul to relax.
I wonder sometimes, how I am deceived,
But sooner or later, it shows its face.
I like it still, for some reason.
Am I the same? Sometimes, I wonder.
Sure, I lie, I am two-faced in desperation.
Walking through danger,
I am like everyone else.
Can I prove myself,
To challenge the status quo?
I hope so. I want to be different.
We all have our weaknesses, I guess.
So, what is yours?