she always said it was difficult to be jealous

of something that wasn't really there, I thought I knew love

but I was simply trying to convince myself of it

trying to justify and prove myself



finding your own love of yourself

and sharing it with another love, your truth sears through me like a giddy rush

but like a too sharp knife as well It's hurting me

It's not so scary, it is liberating, it is truth



I see your truth and you see mine, we shock ourselves with the imagery

only cause I hold up the mirror and I show you me and you show me yourself



I think It's called truth, I know that It's right

in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain

I think It's called truth, I think it deserves

to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain



you do not make me feel complete

just part of another whole that halved is another wonderful self

joined in a beautiful mystery journey

a snake finding legs and a horse learning to sit a while



making mistakes along the way and hurting another

is par for the course,

if you are following your own, which ofcourse you need to do

as broken wings are mended and we watch us fly



I see your truth and you see mine, we shock ourselves with the imagery

only cause I hold up the mirror and you show me he and I show you myself



I think It's called truth, I know that It's right

in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain

I think It's called truth, I think it deserves

to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain



I think It's called truth, I know that It's right

in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain

I think It's called truth, I think it deserves

to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain