The Truth About Honesty

Honestly but slowly, I reveal my darkest thoughts and feelings.
Only to realize you never really cared, and it kills me.
To have complete trust in someone and then have that ripped away.
It makes me want to end this, make this my last and final day. You left me with dismay.
Mental death has occurred in many thoughts and depressions.
But how many times has it been the real session?
The real action and death of my soul and spirit.
Only the mental breakdown of the strongest lyric. Let me here it.
Let me hear the true meaning of death and solitude.
I want to feel it, I want to live this never ending life of blue.
To feel what it's like to live with less than few.
To feel what it's like to live without you.
You don't know what your causing me. You don't know where I've been.
You won't open your closed eyes to see, the look that has brought us to and end.
Let me help you see the light. Let me help you be blinded by what's unseen, by you.
I'm sorry, but this is the last of my fight. This is all I can go through.
The days of despair and cruelty have come to a start,
we all join in, and act the part.
Pain. Pain. Ripped away. You left me in the deepest dismay.
This is my last and final day, with you.