Tell the truth, we've heard it before

Even though it makes us close some doors.

Lock them shut and swallow the key.

Hoping it will never be me.

The one who truth makes it's victim,

With it's socalled wisdom.

So whats the deal?

For if the truth a feel,

How do we know what's real?

I'm not sure

Sometimes theres no cure.

What I do know is you,

And you know me.

Isn't that all the Truth we need?