Truth
Yeah I don’t want to be here
But there’s you
You seem to live inside my atmosphere
We might fall
We might break
We don’t give what we take
We just answer with questions and make mistakes
Are you pure?
Are you marked?
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are now?

I hope that you can see
The better sides of me
Am I your make believe?
Are you my everything?

Strange, we seem to live inside a cycle
I’m drained, can feel us spinning round in circles
We grow old, we find hate
We don’t fix what we break
We’re malevolent seething, is it too late?
Are you pure, am I marked?
Do we know who we are?
Do we know who we are now?

I hope that you can see
The better sides of me
Am I your everything?
Are you my make believe?