The Mind

The Mind

I have a jealous lover

They talk to me late at night

 Or when I’m awake

Or whenever really

They say things to me that makes me second-guess myself

They sit there and wait to tell me something

The way the lie sounds it’s almost truthful

The words flow out and come as peaceful as a River

Ever since I was young my jealous lover was by my side

Sometimes I lie awake wondering if my lover will still be there waiting to tell another lie

Sometimes I’ll hear the whisper

this is why no one likes you

Or

this is why you’re like this

And I’ll fall into their arms and be embraced

By the lies in there

And I’ll be there until the end of time

What are you looking for?