I know how it went like in your head. She gave it to me, I know.
And I bet that did its fair share of tumbles and turns in your head.
No, in a time of universal deceit , telling the truth is a revolutionary act. *
And in all things there are three choices: Yes, No and no choice, except in this. I choose the truth or I am deceit. **
I am deceit. You pick truth.
When you pick at it, reading between the lines, investigating each word that I say for its vowels and verbs. You loose me.
Slowly but steadily your'e loosing me. But you will never know that.
I am deciet and you picked truth.
I will do as I am, and tell you nothing. Nothing is easier than self deceit, for what each man believes, that he also believes to be true.***
I pick deceit and you are the truth.
I picked easy and you picked hard.
I pick ignorance and you pick knowledge.
I picked you, and you picked someone else.