I gave birth to a lie
And it gave birth to many more
I watched it multiply
Till I could stop it no more
It was all fine
Until truth decided to come out
And draw a thin line
Between trust and doubt
The lies were spread
The truth washed them away
Soon, they were all dead
But the scars came to stay
Now, the lies are gone
The truth never picked a side
Scars are reborn
The mother has died
The clouds are getting darker
The storm is getting close
Darkness overshadows light
And I feel at home
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The sky is getting red
The roses are all dead
Loud voices in my head
Make me feel at home
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Happiness is gone
No friend to count on
A devil is born
And I am truly home
Her birthday is coming
What should I gift her?
I think I’d give her a watch
She likes those silver straps
Whenever she may wear it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I spent with her
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Her birthday is coming
What should I gift her?
I think I’d give her a pen
She always wanted one
Whenever she may use it, she’ll be reminded of all the poems I wrote for her
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Her birthday is coming
What should I gift her?
I think I’d give her a rose
A rose full of thorns
Whenever she may hold it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I bled for her
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Her birthday is coming
What should I gift her?
I think I’d gift her my soul
A soul full of scars
Whenever she may see it, she’ll be reminded of all the times I died for her
Just because I’m laughing, doesn’t mean I’m free
I know I have hurt you and you know you’ve hurt me
But I’m your destination and you’re my destiny
If I were to leave now, will you come with me
Away from this distraction. ‘Twas just you and me
O’ Stacy, ’twas just you and me
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The love still remains here. I see it in your eyes
Can we buy a magic potion to rid our lives of lies?
Farewell to all the monsters. Bid them our last goodbyes
When I am sitting with you, all my troubles fly
Away to another land. ‘Tis just you and me
O’ Stacy, ’tis just you and me
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This home has nothing for me and it will never do
I’ll be packing my bags and I hope to get through
This place has nothing for me. Don’t you feel it too?
I know where I’m going in these worn-out shoes
Away from everyone here, where there’s just me and you
O’ Stacy, just me and you
Frank Solanki 