The cure

The cure is faith,

to heal is to hope.

But what is going on?

Do I belong to you, or to someone that is alone?

I doubt reality, it doesn't come clear.

You cry for I behave.

While I spend my day rapping how things are said.

Daily you are my weapon.

But at night I don't have mine.

Without unfaithfulness right true

I come clean before who?