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.