HISTORY’S MYSTERY
by
Anthonystjoseph
Your mouth
is saying friend
But your
words are saying foe
I’m tired of
your mess
I’m not
listening no mo’
The words
are pretty
But your
actions are not
Don’t blame
me
For the
clear mind I got
You’re not
stuck in the middle
Because your
name is diddle
You’re stuck
in the middle
Because you
let ‘em play you like a fiddle
So I’m
saying goodbye
And your
well has run dry
For I no
longer see you
With my
discerning eye
You’re out
of the picture
You will not
be seen
When it
comes to our story
Your
memory’s a dream
It’s over,
it’s done
It’s
completely finished
My new
address is
Turning it
around and taking a step forward
As far as my
life
As far as my
soul
You and your
plan
Have no more
role
I am done
with you on an eternal level
When it
comes to me
When it
comes to mine
You’re out
of my life
You’re History’s Mystery
By
Anthonystjoseph
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