The truth would only serve disturbance of the grand scene you are playing in it would only bring disruption of a game you're sure you'll win and so I question who I am to rain on your parade by catching the truth you throw out to bottle it up into marmalade to feed it to you, sour tasting as it would make itself in time to make you squint and sputter knock you out of your sublime So it makes you feel better now I bend to pretend I'm not jaded you'll see it one day I suppose when the breath from you has faded that life was never about being right or flying so high you can't see eyes it's about seeking truth and accepting it not using your own as a disguise. |