Mixed truths, half lies.
Where do I begin?
I know what I send out shall return to me,
But what did I send?
It seems that history is repeating itself through the family line
I don�t care what you may believe
But don�t take it out on me.
I�ll gladly take my punishment for what I do
But how dare you involve me in things that involve you two!
I don�t mean to bring up others besides me
But you�ve affected others with your petty animosity.
Now let�s try to be grown-ups, shall we?
I know how hard it can be, really.
This childish game of sweet revenge is so junior high, and I should know
If you�ve haven�t noticed, I have a brain too.
I�m so naive though, right?
So how could I possibly understand?
That these are big people problems, right?
But there�s no way
No matter how much you�d like
For me to still ignore
What I see after walking through that door
I pray that I�m better than you
That I�m nothing like you
No matter what I�ve heard
Shocked?
Well I�ll let you in on a little secret:
Sometimes the truth hurts.
