Your point blank is a little more than I can take
All these smoking guns in my face
Some are real and some are fake
Do you know what it’s like in here
as the fulcrum of the battlefield
I wish I knew my rightful place
With so many smoking guns in my face
The Truth is who I really am, but no one knows me as I am
They know me as they are, which is why we can’t get very far
Your point blank is a little more than I can take
The death of Love is having its wake
All for all of our truths’ sake
The Truth is who I really am, but no one knows me as I am
They know me as they are, which is why we can’t get very far