(I think this is recycled from a few years ago, but I still like it)
I’m listening to this song
about the good, bad, and ugly truth.
I guess the truth is all of those
at some point.
I wish I had some good truth
to chew on –
so far, it’s just been bad and ugly.
And it hurts.
People are always sorry when the truth hurts,
but they still dump it on you.
Sometimes they even give
a “truth hurts” quip like it’s supposed to help.
Douche bags.
Yeah, I’m thinking of you right now –
all of you,
and why you ever thought I wanted
your brand of truth.
Maybe you didn’t want to lie,
but the truth wasn’t really necessary either.
Pen in Motion 