The Truth About Truth

Hurt... crushed rather. Disappointed and disgusted. Furious yet composed. These are my feelings, raw and unedited. I didn't seem to mind much when you didn't give me the time, the attention, or even a sign. I didn't seem to care that it was a one way street, because I liked you... "you." But I hardly even knew you; and now that I do, I know the truth. I didn't wanna hear it, but I had to. I didn't wanna believe it, but I do. I didn't want it to end this way, but it has to. The truth of the matter is, I wish it were all a lie, but it isn't. I wish you could tell me, it isn't so... it isn't so... but it is. Maybe this is another one of life's ironies: first I lost my heart, and now I lost all respect for you.