Something about this
Is just so wrong.
You hear what they tell you.
You don’t know how it came along.
There are secrets, other sides of a story
They never cared, all they hoped for was seeing their own glory.
People are so incredibly stupid when it comes to some things.
I’m sorry, but I hate the most of them. That’s the way my soul sings.
Will I tell the tale? One day it has to be set free
Untill then, I believe, they ‘ll just keep on being silly.
There is a truth beneath the rose. A truth that might hurt some.
It’s the tale of how it went and why I have this become.