If you want truth, then look no more
For it is knocking at your door
The hardest thing to think about
Is that which causes us to doubt

You’re wrong. I’m sorry, but it’s so
The question you must ask now, though
Is do I admit that which is right
Or keep on putting up this fight

See, no one likes to admit fault
We treat it like a wound with salt
But if you could just come to term
You’d be shocked at just what you’ll learn

Pride, it sets back you and me
As does it’s partner, vanity
The day you realize this is true
Is the day you’ll meet the real you