So the truth hurts/

Poetic enough to sell it and protected enough to repel it/

There’s no way out/

Corrected and subjective this is not bent/

And I’ll write and write until the feeling is meant/

Take what you will and cast away what you can’t/

A returning favor a factor of your behavior/

Will we ever return to the same wavelength?/

Crisp metallic beats just another being’s heart beating/

The lies hurt more/

And actions say one thing when the words are stuttering and torn/

I can’t keep this up anymore//

Written by Baz

16 June 2009