my being

ain't got words for my feelings,
ain't got no substitutes for my dealings,
i'v made a labell for my pride
it's just an ego married to me as a bride...

who needs truth anyways,
when you play with full of lies
when you quote silver streek in the clear blue skies...
that's something my being made me do
when my most beloved said that "i don't need u"...

was my being someone else so daring?,
that made me dare not to be what i wasn't
or was i hiding my real being
which was so pure
to get me a labell for sure...
a labell that i did buy
for a goodbye...
a fairwell to all the miles i've tried
to keep up with me on-demand..