They're all around me,
the whispers of the truth.
Should I listen to them?
They come closer, they're getting louder now.
Yelling at me to get the point across.
You don't love me, you never did.
I remember your whispers in the night.
So sweet and full of promise.
They were a lie, your whispers.
These whispers tell the truth.
The truth of your games,
the truth of your lies.
The way you held me in your arms
and told me you were mine.
The way kissed me that one last time.
I should have felt that lie on your lips.
But I was too caught up in you to notice it.
Your deceit, so easily written on your face,
Should have been a sign of
why you couldn't even look me in the eye.
I feel so stupid now,
but that's in the past.
They're all around me,
the whispers of the truth.
Should I listen to them?
I think I just might.
