| I use no exaggeration
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| I’m plainly hanging by a thread
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| And I’m running low on patience
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| But don’t go blame it on yourself
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| I wish that I was in my right mind
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| But I’ve left myself unnecessary chores
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| I make it bad when it’s just fine
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| I was whole and sure and now I’m clearly torn, 'cause there’s
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| Nothin' left for me to do
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| Right and left both bring me to
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| The center of my deepest fear
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| Where the truth is oh so clear
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| Embracing inescapable truth
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| And that’s Facing Up to You
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| And truth is so cruel
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| Continual irresolution
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| Keeps me shackled to the ground
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| And I’ve been in dire need of revolution
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| For far too many days to count
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| I thought I was safe in the Hiding Place
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| But it sure is exhausting, livin' in chains
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| It’s paradoxical in every way
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| Nothin' makes sense
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| I can’t tell love from hate… and there’s
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| Nothin' left for me to do
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| Right and left both bring me to
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| The center of my deepest fear
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| Where the truth is oh so clear
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| Embracing inescapable truth
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| And that’s Facing Up to You
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| Truth is so cruel
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| I’m beggin' myself to make something of it
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| I give up still unable to comprehend
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| My own true will…
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| Nothin' left for me to do
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| Right and left both bring me to
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| The center of my deepest fear
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| Where the truth is oh so clear
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| Embracing inescapable truth
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| And that’s Facing Up to You
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| Facing Up to You
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| Facing Up to You |