Its not the lies we
Hear about ourselves that upset us
Its not the rumours we
Hear everywhere we go
Its the fabrications we make that
Surround us, and
Engulf us, heart and soul.
Its the lies that we believe
About our own self
And the rumours we create
In our own heads.
Its the guilty ebbs of sorry
That eat up the tide
Its the false inhibitions
That gnaw at us from inside.
In-Between 