Truth HurtsRain flung down from ash-gray skiesTruth Hurts by Enigma26
Washes away your beautiful lies.
The ugly life I knew before
Returns to pound upon my door.
The truth will set you free, they say,
But tell me, who the hell are "they?"
And who made "them" so goddamn smart?
Let me give "them" my broken heart.
Will their trite proverbs make it whole?
Can they restore my shredded soul?
The truth is just the ugliest lie,
And no one dares to let it die.
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