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I have no idea how I wrote this, I just know I wrote it about me.


Submitted:Dec 1, 2009    Reads: 45    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Truth
I've cried and I've paid for my sins, I've made all the changes, I given all I have to give, I've buried what I can, I've resurrected a precious few things, I've fallen just to stand
Chorus: The truth is too much for me to face, It's a blur and wound, The truth is always out of place, The truth is too much for me to face
Suffering can't be laid aside, It has to endure until it's over, It lives as long as I lie, I've faced it down too many times, I've lived without it before, But now it's coming from all sides
Chorus: The truth is too much for me to face, It's a blur and wound, The truth is always out of place, The truth is too much for me to face
Nobody knows what it's like to face the facts, I've been alone with this, And now I have to take it all back
The truth is I can't face my own self, I hate what I see reflected, The truth is I need help, I need a hope, I need to find myself
Chorus: The truth is too much for me to face, It's a blur and wound, The truth is always out of place, The truth is too much for me to face




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