Which is more painful?
The lie told or the truth hidden?
The reality unknown of
Or the reality believed in?

To say you've forgotten
But secretly reminisce what has past
Or when there is no presence of love
But still trying to make us last

To bid a forced farewell
When desperately wanting to stay
Or to remain together
Where everything's black, white and gray

The hurtful unmeant words
That carelessly slips
Or what needed to be heard
That's kept behind those lips

Let me ask you again
When asked about you and I
Which is more painful?
The unheard truth or the stated lie?

Which is more painful to be heard
And more painful to be spoken?
Forced to say you don't when you still do
Or forced to say you do when you no longer can?

What answer shall I say?
What answer shall I hear?
If asked about our love,
Which pain should I fear?