I could weave a thousand chronicles
perhaps a tale or two will make you fumble
I could tell you many many stories
that I know could make you chuckle
... but I didn't mean to make you frown
... nor to keep you in elusiveness
don't you know I'm just a clown?
At times I wonder what's best to tell you
'Cause you know a lot more than I do
... Perhaps to keep it inside would be good,
but then that will undeniably eat my mood
So tell me what do I do..?
Honesty and truth,
Choose to know, it might open your eyes
Facade and pretense,
and you will hurt knowing that they are lies
or should I analyze
and only tell what you want to hear..?