The truth is: Third eye blind.
The truth is: Such ugly mind.

The truth is: Bees are passing by in no time with a flick.
The truth is: When I think of you - it makes me feel sick!
The truth is: I hate myself for waiting on you.
The truth is: Time merely passes by - it feels just like sticky ol' goo.

The truth is: I hate myself for following the bread crumbs that keep leading to you.

The truth is: I hate myself for losing myself in your eyes;
drown in deep sulphur (<--mixed with green turns blue).

The truth is: Just like fireflies - all these things are true.
The truth is: I hate myself for loving you!

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 893 AF.