To keep painting your world as idyllic,
To see your friend as all harmless
Your enemies and hate remain separate.
This way the pain becomes nothing
That you need to reflect on.
Your conscience cleared from wrong doing.
The earth righted so it keeps spinning.
If I don't speak up that's the issue.
If I use my voice it's too loud,
You want me to leave it festering,
Let me deal with the fall out.
Cause it feels like not your hurdle
Just a bridge that I now burned.
My name made things curdle.
Doesn't matter if I am hurt.
It's easier to tell me that I'm a problem,
Then to see what I say.
The only action you now have to take,
Is to push me away.
Tell me I am too demanding,
Tell me I am too harsh.
It's the best way to ignore
The breaking of my heart.
Isn't the truth of the matter this?
You don't want to hear the truth or any of it.
You don't want to know what is wrong.
So you can continue on.
The way I always run my mouth
To the sound of an applause
When the spotlight is ways away
Of being shone on their face,
Feels in hindsight hypocritical,
The way my sermon is seen as spiritual
Until I call out your name.
Then I'm the one to blame.
