words I speak biased by flattery    I can say honestly don't mean a thing to me    I find it hard sometimes    it's something I fear    I always say what you want to hear    I can't speak the truth,    No I'd feel like dirt    it seems so hard but it helps the hurt    you and I need to set it straight    this is not the way and it's not too late       sometimes the truth might break your back    it's not my call    cut me some slack       but it still stands honesty will win    it's where I end and god begins    it's hard to hurt and so easy to flatter    it's the little things I say that really matter       sometimes the truth might break your back    it's not my call    cut me some slack       if it's what you want to hear anything will fly    just hope you still think I'm a nice guy