Looking and searching for whatI know is there
Reaction always as if there’s no care
There is a huge difference between knowing what’s right in front of your face
And making up your version of the truth to take it’s place
The real danger is when you believe your own version of what never was
Holding people accountable to that version of events, yes the one that never was
If you want to know what’s truly scary in the scenario of lies
Behind the anger you cause the other, you know you’re the one that cries
The things we tell ourselves to get through the day
Do you think they are all real, come on don’t hold back we all know what you’re going to say
Truth is in the eyes of the beholder, scared of my truth when I believe the lies
What is truly frightening is what I see in your eyes
You don’t know. It’s there, plain as the nose on your face
That goodness inside the you, housed in all that bad, what a waste
From the Latin know thyself, what can be left here? Lots still unsaid
There was a time I cared, but that time is long past dead.
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