The Truth

I still remember the day we met

The night we stayed out until 3am

You were always trying to read my mind

And I was never satisfied

With where I stood and who I was

My careful plans all coming undone

 

So I took refuge in the things I knew

Unable to withstand the truth

But I learned to hate the cold

And grew sick of my bitter soul

That night I came face to face with Hell

Realizing my biggest enemy was myself

 

I ran to you, having been so blind

I’d never considered what I left behind

So I set all the stones back in place

Carefully rewriting what had been erased

Forgetting what had been my only offense

We all know how this story ends