We don't want to hear it,
We don't want to say it.
We spin a black web,
Spun from lies and half truths.
It captures flies,
And sucks them dry.
We don't want to hear it,
We don't want to say it.
We cover it up with mascara and foundation,
We cover it up with scar tissue.
We think we know it but we don't.
No one truly knows it unless,
We are willing to listen,
Willing to say it.
