Years of heartache and dishonesty have left my heart tarnished Or maybe in pieces as I often feel the crumble My body is just a vessel, like a house not furnished I speak my words loud and true, you will never hear a mumble But people rather listen to the birds in the trees, The buzz from the bees You would swear they were a bumble The amount of lies put in my head, I'm surprised I'm not delirious It seems hard for people to tell the truth, even when they're serious I may not be a saint but I know that I'm honest I stay true to my family and friends, no matter what the time is And I have never met a person with the right amount of kindness To look me in the eyes, and just be honest