I Keep Too Many Things to Myself
Is it better to know the truth, or to stay blissfully ignorant.
Sometimes truth causes more pain and damage than good, it lays shame and hidden secrets bare for all to see, leading to shocking and unbearable revelations that would shatter foundations of trust forever.
If the piercing blades of light glance you, opening up the possibilities of unearthing these deep secrets, but not enough to solidify it as truth, what do you do?
Either you cast the veil of lies, showing the true horrors that hid them, or you walk along this blade-like edge of "knowing" but not. Enough of an idea to assume the worst, but unable to confirm it.
Apparently, there are secrets that are best laid to rest, and I want no part of them.
Sometimes truth causes more pain and damage than good, it lays shame and hidden secrets bare for all to see, leading to shocking and unbearable revelations that would shatter foundations of trust forever.
If the piercing blades of light glance you, opening up the possibilities of unearthing these deep secrets, but not enough to solidify it as truth, what do you do?
Either you cast the veil of lies, showing the true horrors that hid them, or you walk along this blade-like edge of "knowing" but not. Enough of an idea to assume the worst, but unable to confirm it.
Apparently, there are secrets that are best laid to rest, and I want no part of them.
