Your Life

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Kennie Kayoz

This is your life
You choose to lie.
You made your own bed to lay in.
The second that the secrets started.

You chose to turn your voice on low, the whispers began.
Only those you chose could hear you.
I was not one of them.
When I thought I heard something you played it off.

You would talk under your breath.
Felt like I was in school again.
Yet I thought I could have trusted you.

This is your life
You choose to lie.
You made your own bed to lay in.
The second that the secrets started.

Every day I open my eyes I wish I could forget.
Then things begin to happen and I realize it's not over yet.
On everyone's list I'm always at the bottom.
Sitting between remember and always forgotten.

Kennie

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