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Feed Me Lies

Forget the truth;
just feed me lies,
'cause lies are all I have to hold onto
now that that truth is that you're gone.

Who went and told you
you could leave
when I was not done needing you?
I'm not strong enough alone!

Who will save me now from myself?
This tortured heart will pull me under.
I'm drowning in myself
and there's nowhere to hide.

How cruel this joke
that says that I need your help
to get over you!
Will I ever laugh again?

When I was young, you told me:
"Want it bad enough
and you can have anything!"
All I'm wanting now is you!

Who will save me now from myself?
This tortured heart will pull me under.
I'm drowning in myself
and there's nowhere to hide.

One day, maybe, I won't need you
standing beside me holding hands.
But that doesn't mean I won't want you still!
There's so much doubt in this head of mine
and my heart isn't quite ready to find
a way out of it on my own.

Who will save me now from myself?
From myself?

**

I wrote this song while struggling with my father's death last December. It was super cathartic to get these thoughts on paper, and even better to vent my emotions in song.

From this song came an entire songwriting partnership with my long-time friend, Shaun. Not to toot my own horn, but we've got some great stuff. LIKE us on Facebook and we'll reward you with more tracks. :)

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