What I really want

is some peace, man... a way to get my hands untied.
is some justice. . .

All these roles we play
what good do they do anyway?
hiding behind our masks
i asked a question no one dared to ask

mask shattered on to the floor
what good is hiding anymore?
is lying such a thrill?
your spirit it will kill

and it's never the right time
to say what's really on your mind
if you were to wait
would the truth disintegrate?

you hope it would
you wish it could
but what good would that do?
a disintegrating truth?

you'd still carry the imprint
the memory in your heart
about a chance when you could've said something
beginning's the hardest part

but you could have, you would have
you've got it all wrong
you start to fall apart
if you wait too long

so what i said, i meant.
yes i told the truth
because what good would it do
Hiding from you?

They all lied
They all ran to hide
I let go of my pride
Let go of disguise

and I'm sorry it had to be me
But that was the way it had to be
and I love you and i'm sorry.