“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” – Buddha

My heart is breaking with each lie you place on the stake

to burn and burn until the ashes are indistinguishable

I guess your mask is stronger than your steel-caged heart,

But someday it’ll all catch up to you,

You’re trying to make me out to be a monster just because you can’t contain the monster inside yourself

‘Cause really, you don’t even know what you’re talking about,

you’re simply misconstruing facts just to save your name,

so you took a liar’s words and used them as your own,

just because he’s your own, and you couldn’t bear the truth

And you left me stranded, you put me out in the cold,

you’d rather rub good names in the dirt than lift your mask off and help

you broke my heart then snatched up the pieces and just threw them out to sea,

but there’s no salvation or peace in the games you like to play,

just because you’re older doesn’t make you wiser than I,

The truth hurts, but it also has the power to heal the wounds of the harshest storms…