If truth be told?
It's hell loving you.
You got too much lip, too much mouth.
And you ponder why I'm late returning to the house.

My quiet moment is when I am alone.
Even when you call.
Sometimes I just look at the phone.
Because its hell loving you.

If truth was honestly told?
This is something you should already know.

If I saw the real, you many moons ago?
I strictly would have decided to live alone.