The true and honest facts could soon escape me
And what I see, can’t separate the two
But deep inside I know the worst is coming
And there’ll be no escape for me and you
The times I waited in, and worried for you
Not knowing where you were, but hoping soon
That I might doubt the facts, yet see right through you
And sweep away the thoughts with hope, not gloom
I gave without instruction or contrition
I worshipped, with no thought of recompense
And for you to feed the gun with ammunition
To me, made not an ounce of common sense
So as that truth controlled honest reaction
I’m truly sorry for the end result
In time I will announce a small retraction
Until then, and for now, I will revolt
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