Why must you decieve?
Why should I persist?
In what should I believe?
Again seeking truth I often find lies,
once more I find I must recognize.
Once I had it all,
such love for you...
you watch as I fall
and say there's nothing you can do.
Honestly seeking truth I sometimes find lies,
Again I learn I must recognize.
Alas I have been snuffed out by pride,
yet only once more,
perhaps this, the last time.
Then I sit and ponder like never before...
why must one hide behind all the lies?
What will I gain if I choose to recognize?