This, This is the truth. I’ve checked all my facts And I’ve got all the proof I need. I keep forgetting why I’m here, I keep feeling I shouldn’t be. The looks I keep getting, the talk in my ear keeps reminding me. It reminds me how our friendship died, How my presence here is a thorn in your side. I keep forgetting why I’m here, it’s because I’m a petty guy who spends his time fabricating useless lies. I wanna know why you had to say the things you said, the time you spent inside my head. I don’t mind. The truth is somewhere in between, hurting you and killing me. You are resigned with your shoulders shrugged, a sideways glance, a nodded head, a non-response. It’s so unkind. The truth is somehow hidden but still hurting you. It’s a lie. It’s my lovesong to you.