The Truth Will ComeA Poem by Time.I'm lost, the ground is glossed with an icy frost, who am I? the guy that told the lie, but why? But no matter how hard I try, I still ask why? I wish I could cry, No I wish I could die, Nomatter how hard I try, I still ask why? I lied, in which I tried to hide, but you cried, you know I lied. © 2011 Time.Author's Note
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