It's nice to know the standpoint I am seen at
How much the truth is twisted...
Is that really what I do?
Was that really who I was?
Because the facts I have,
The evidence I keep,
Says differently.
Its funny as people lie when
I know the truth.
Because I can never convince
them of what actually happened.
Nobody ever believes that...
So I just sit back,
and listen to their twisted tales,
because, hey, might as well
throw them a bone.
I know what I believe,
I know who I am.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's nice to know the standpoint I am seen at
How much the truth is twisted...
Is that really what I do?
Was that really who I was?
Because the facts I have,
The evidence I keep,
Says differently.
Its funny as people lie when
I know the truth.
Because I can never convince
them of what actually happened.
Nobody ever believes that...
So I just sit back,
and listen to their twisted tales,
because, hey, might as well
throw them a bone.
I know what I believe,
I know who I am.
Old poem but still relevant so why not post
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