she always said it was difficult to be jealous  of something that wasn't really there, I thought I knew love  but I was simply trying to convince myself of it  trying to justify and prove myself     finding your own love of yourself  and sharing it with another love, your truth sears through me like a giddy rush  but like a too sharp knife as well It's hurting me  It's not so scary, it is liberating, it is truth     I see your truth and you see mine, we shock ourselves with the imagery  only cause I hold up the mirror and I show you me and you show me yourself     I think It's called truth, I know that It's right  in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain  I think It's called truth, I think it deserves  to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain     you do not make me feel complete  just part of another whole that halved is another wonderful self  joined in a beautiful mystery journey  a snake finding legs and a horse learning to sit a while     making mistakes along the way and hurting another  is par for the course,  if you are following your own, which ofcourse you need to do  as broken wings are mended and we watch us fly     I see your truth and you see mine, we shock ourselves with the imagery  only cause I hold up the mirror and you show me he and I show you myself     I think It's called truth, I know that It's right  in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain  I think It's called truth, I think it deserves  to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain     I think It's called truth, I know that It's right  in all It's splendid beauty and vivid gain  I think It's called truth, I think it deserves  to bring beautiful glory with necessary pain