You ask me for truth.
Can you handle so rare?
It ain't always pretty
and packaged with care.
Sometimes it's ugly and dark as you dare.
Bear with me, please.
I will gladly tell
the truth that you seek
and deserve so well.
Offer compassion; my soul, don't sell.
You demand to be equal,
I wonder why.
You don't need me
to reach for the sky.
It's there for the taking; you just need to try.
You are my queen,
my goddess and dove.
No better offer
has come from above.
Yet, I still wonder ... "Do you know love?"
I wish you were honest
I wish you were true.
I tried to support you,
I offered your due.
You were entitled; you left, I felt blue.
You showed up again;
I offered a ride.
The same old story;
you played to my pride.
I've nearly lost hope, for you by my side.
Where do we go?
I haven't a clue.
I believe I'd leave town,
if I were you.
I hope that you find the truth that you're due.
I wish you were honest,
I wish you were true.
How much more havoc
must we ensue?
Who knocks now? I still hope it is you.