Deny.

Guess i have come too far, from the truth that i knew,
Hiding behind lies now, denying to know the true,
A little lost i may seem, a little i may want too,
Mind you life is just, mean meant for few,

I eagerly awaited each night, sat through to the morning dew,
I wasn't too sure of it then, I wasn't blind i chose to,
Now i sit unwinding the past, looking for a clue,
True i am getting old, and soon my time is due,

Now you don't trust me, well i haven't done much for you to,
I have faked all my ill, i have stepped into the wrong shoe,
It itches you to see me now, i know it does me too,
Denial can be an ugly thing, and i deny to live any further i do.