I make my own truth
Something needs to be true

I do not hear your words or listen enough
Defined by my lack of agreeing with you

Is he frustrated you just don't hear
Which means he isn't as well

Not admitting hers is the one
Reversed is not for sale

Is it to share ideas of madness
Or to prove why you must be right

Did your mother forget to whisper
Before each soft kiss goodnight

Shadows must crumble sweet child
We cannot afford them both to feel

So I make own truth
Because Something needs to be real