THE TRUTH
I write it down with clever lines
With melodies and rhymes
To try to make some sense of it
To find a way to make it fit
But the truth is
You fucking left me without warning
And I was forced to face myself
This will take time
I sit alone and write
And wonder if
You think of me at night
This is not a work of art, it's a fucking diary
You said you never wanted songs about you
I left part of my soul in Colorado
With melodies and rhymes
To try to make some sense of it
To find a way to make it fit
But the truth is
You fucking left me without warning
And I was forced to face myself
This will take time
I sit alone and write
And wonder if
You think of me at night
This is not a work of art, it's a fucking diary
You said you never wanted songs about you
I left part of my soul in Colorado
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Writer(s): Joseph Sorensen
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