About the things sitting on my shelf;
Not the physical shelf you see;
But the one inside of me.
My thoughts, again, dwell on what was;
And my heart, again, begins to fuss;
I have had a revelation you see;
Or is it a lie being spread inside of me.
I weigh the facts one by one;
And try to see if, in truth, it was done;
So far it is not hard to see;
It is in fact a revelation inside of me.
My stomach turns at that very thought;
And I hope it is a lie that my heart has bought;
But the facts still remain you see;
That I don’t know if it is a lie inside of me.
I want to believe the words that were said;
But the current actions leave me with dread;
I am at a crossroads you see;
Because of what is being said inside of me.
I want to believe with all my soul;
That my friendship is not in a hole;
The truth is difficult you see;
Because of what is going on inside of me.
I will always hope for better days;
And pray to God that we won’t part ways;
I want to believe in what I don’t see;
But I am weary of the revelations inside of me.
I will continue to hope for the best;
And try to forget all the rest;
But it is hard you see;
Because of the revelations or lies inside of me.
