Years of heartache and dishonesty have left my heart tarnished
Or maybe in pieces as I often feel the crumble
My body is just a vessel, like a house not furnished
I speak my words loud and true, you will never hear a mumble
But people rather listen to the birds in the trees,
The buzz from the bees
You would swear they were a bumble
The amount of lies put in my head, I'm surprised I'm not delirious
It seems hard for people to tell the truth, even when they're serious
I may not be a saint but I know that I'm honest
I stay true to my family and friends, no matter what the time is
And I have never met a person with the right amount of kindness
To look me in the eyes, and just be honest