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.