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 PRE 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 PRE 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 CHORUS X 2.
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