Truth

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What if the truth is the worst that I can think?
Maybe my imagination wants to turn me ill
The night sky redemption is my favorite dream

Alone in my own I became the color prism
And you, like a thorn, go down inside my spring

You gift me the best hit I have,
My recording memory is not full yet
Flashes go flying around my ears
I see the truth, I hear you saying:

Baby, here I am baby
No more lies honey
I’m come back for you
Baby, I love you baby
Come what may, honey
I’ll be there for you

You gift me the best hit I have,
My recording memory is not full yet
Flashes go flying around my ears
I know the truth, and now I say:

Baby, I’m not here baby
You’re lying honey
You’re not come back for me
Maybe… I still love you baby
Come what may, use to say
I’ll be there… or