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Mar 2011
The truth is..

Is that I'm a weakling,

Scared, and lonesome little girl.

The truth is.

I don't even know what the truth is anymore.

The truth.

It's neither a opinion or fact.

It's neither a statement or question.

It's neither true or false.

It's just the truth.
Melody
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