Will these words, these misplaced letters
Will they become a little better
Will I stop to think to back
Back to the day that I first met her
Blatant as these truths may be
They are as truthful as you or me
This bucket full of blatant truths
It's hidden, so you cannot see
You cannot see with eyelids closed
They must be opened, must be shown
They must be shown the blatant truth
The book of secrets must be took
And so, confessions shall be shown
Not from the holder, Not from whom they're owned
More so by the rival, the one who defies
Who defies this defiance of mortal minds
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