The truth is, that I could give you my heart and rip it out of my chest, let the innocence flow free.
The truth is, you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
The truth is that I could never love another, only you are able to set me free.
The truth is, you're nothing but a whore in a pretty skirt.
The truth is, I'm lying and I don't think I'll survive without you.
The truth is, I never want to see you face again.
The truth is, I think I've lost sight of what's true.
The truth is, you're driving me insane.
The truth is, I don't know what to do. I don't even know the truth. It's non-existent, perhaps? The truth and lie are the same when it comes to you.
