I guess I should be open and honest with you?
Tell you the truth? How I feel?
The truth about what really happened?
What is really real?

How all the rumors were true?
Tell you of the abuse?
I guess I"m supposed to be honest with you?
I should tell you the truth?

No matter how much it hurts my heart?
The fact that I'm being crushed with all the pain?
The force behind the lies?
The fakes, the rumors, his disguise?

But you don't know what happened, for I'm not brave
Enough to admit it to you
And it kills me that I am too weak,
But I am, it is true.

What happened remains a mystery?
Lost in all my history?
Yet my conscious is forever enflame?
Am I really to blame?