Tell me the truth.
Speak to to me how you truthfully feel.
You can't hide these things, they're real.
I would but it's not as you think

When you ask for a truth, you're asking for a newborn
When you want how I feel, believe me that the winds breeze could speak more than me
See these things could rain hell or something
So please, be warned

When you're asking for something you want to know, just know it's like any other person, it's complicated.