Eyes wide open,
it's taking hold of my life.
Words unspoken,
rumours cut like a knife.
Walk a mile in my shoes
then tell me, what do you see?
It's high treason,
open season on my life.
Pour my heart out
would that help to suffice?
Walk a mile in my shoes
Tell me, how would you feel?
Clowns and reformers
trap my words in a noose.
Double dealing
radar scanning for the truth
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