| All of the Truth |
|---|
| It is not the past few days |
| That have has me feel this way |
| And it is not the tiny marks of doubt |
| That cover everything I see |
| It is just the way she looks at me With a love so complete |
| That I have never seen |
| And from this grows |
| A strong, undying guilt |
| And the feeling of regret |
| Of things I never felt |
| And oh, I wanted to change |
| I wanted to change |
| And become what she needs |
| And I know, I know what she needs |
| I know what she needs |
| But I can never be I can never be And I can never be |
