I'm not telling you
I'm not telling the story a new
It's not a version or a view
It's not an implication or a clue
Whispers of who one is
settling inside the head
reminding one of those stories
Light as feathers, heavy as lead
I'm not telling you
I can't get it through
Come to your own conclusions
adjust inconvenient truth
Whispers, shreds of gossip
Some which become gospel
flowing out like a loose faucet
Into minds of lost people
The skin is tatooed
the wall is graffitied
I'm not telling you
Read the ink worn and fleeting
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