The Truth
How can you tell me you love me,
And then not trust a word that I say?
One day it’s perfectly sunny,
The next day is rainy and gray.
First you’re a dangerous storm,
Then your rainbow comes out.
You’re a child who mostly smiles,
But has a powerfully evil pout.
You have found a way to possess me,
But I have not found the way to escape.
You tell me to just be myself,
But you’ve molded me into your shape.
Please tell me this won’t go forever,
I need to know there’s an end.
Everything we had is collapsing,
For I have no more strength to pretend.
I don’t have the strength to leave,
I have one thing to ask if I stay:
How can you tell me you love me,
And then not trust a word that I say?
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