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I know it's going to be hard to believe
When I'm sitting in front of you
Convulsing out tears

But

I don't want you to comfort me
I want you to tell me the truth
I don't want you to feel safe and protected
I want you to spill out your heart

[And all is darkness
And all its longing
And all its selfish desires
And all its most protected secrets]

Don't sell me short
I deserve the truth
No matter how hurtful
Don't think it will be okay
If you say what sounds best

The truth is ugly; it's raw
It's rearing its head every time you stay silent
I need to know now, as I'm staring at the abyss
What's real and what's fabricated
What I wanna see and what's underneath

Don't think it doesn't matter
And don't think it's insignificant
The greatest honor you can do me
If you love me, let me go.