Autobiography of Truth

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

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