truth be told -------------------------------------------
there is no prism of light
you are a prisoner of your mind
all that shines is just a lie
it looks like timber in your eye
i know you've got your little tricks
but are you good enough to get out quick
this trickle of hope isn't yours to keep
you should really invest your time in what's beneath
you are dancing all alone
missing moves of your own jig
sooner or later you're bound to grow
but who are you to kid
you bear it all or grind your teeth
be polite and be discreet
remember what you believed in your youth
mental illness bears no fruit