Place to Confide

Place to Confide
Judy Wing (Brunet)

Broken hearted ill at ease,
In the vice of local sympathy
I don't want and I don't need
These are choices that I made
Some were blind and some were nothing less than brave
And some the piper waits for pay
I'm not asking you to pick a side
I just need a place to confide.

Sudden tears and tangled ends
Hard to tell a stranger from a friend
The edge is thin
I just need a place to rest, state the obvious
Though I can't explain
The difference that it makes
I'm not asking you to pick a side
I just need a place to confide.
A place to lay it down
Voice the doubts that chase my thoughts around
Show the cards that I've been dealt
With the wild cards of lies
I tell myself.