The Truth
Everyone goes their own way
Living day by day
They see the light
They know that it's right
Why do they choose the dark?
In their lives it leaves a mark
The mark, that keeps bringing them down
The mark that taunts them day and night
They know the truth, people dying
people crying
What should be done?
They know, but they run
Everyone says, "The truth hurts"
but, does it really?
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