False Life

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False Life

Kody Prosser

 

Life’s a show, a joke.

Plagued by pain in our hearts.

Trying to fit in this fake, glittering world.

My worries fell far down below.

Love in her eyes,

A deep, dark lie.

I said I’ll meet her,

Where the path runs straight and high.

She never walked my mile,

Tried to live beyond her years.

Her early grave, she made.

For the heavens are falling down,

Jesus weeps, without a sound.

I’m chained here in this hell,

I’m damned.

Never to be found.