• My Bottle

    I'm empty, but I'm filled to the brim,
    My little bottle, of lies and sin,
    You claim you want a peek inside,
    But the lid cracks open, away you hide,
    Ontop your pedistole, to me you me you preach,
    But to your standards, my bottle can't reach,
    "Unlid your bottle, set it free,
    Let it loose, for all to see,"
    And when I start, you turn away,
    So I cap my bottle, and so it will stay