On My Words

Preying on my words, to sound like more, to make others sore and to offend, to send people away so they can say a lie, that it's do or die, I need to pry.
It's my right to know the truth, but it's taken long enough to figure it all out so now I can talk about it, explain to another soul about the flow of the hoax.
What has taken years could have been settled in a moment it's enough to vomit. C'est la vie it's good to finally see the dirty deed done to me