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I’ve been living a lie, all of my life.

But I can’t hide the loose truth
That I loathe.

But I’ve shown growth
with my more sensible actions.

I’ve never taken an oath.

But my abode is like a code.

A code for living, a code for dying.

A code for giving, a code for trying.

And I’m going to try one more time.

My abode of my life, is fairly twisted.

But fairly misted, with confusion galore.

I've developed a bore.

A bore in my life.
A bore in my mind.

But my abode is where I reside.

It's where I hide.

Where I cry.

It's twisted indeed.

But it's twisted for me.

In my abode of mine.

The code of my abode is like a road.

A road I've been on forever.

And on that, things have been sewed

In, that were not previously present.

And I'm winning.

Because it's my own game,

on my own road,

in the code

of my abode.