I make my own truth
Something needs to be true
I do not hear your words or listen enough
Defined by my lack of agreeing with you
Is he frustrated you just don't hear
Which means he isn't as well
Not admitting hers is the one
Reversed is not for sale
Is it to share ideas of madness
Or to prove why you must be right
Did your mother forget to whisper
Before each soft kiss goodnight
Shadows must crumble sweet child
We cannot afford them both to feel
So I make own truth
Because Something needs to be real
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
I make my own truth
Something needs to be true
I do not hear your words or listen enough
Defined by my lack of agreeing with you
Is he frustrated you just don't hear
Which means he isn't as well
Not admitting hers is the one
Reversed is not for sale
Is it to share ideas of madness
Or to prove why you must be right
Did your mother forget to whisper
Before each soft kiss goodnight
Shadows must crumble sweet child
We cannot afford them both to feel
So I make own truth
Because Something needs to be real
