The Plan
I want to tell you,
but I know just what you'll say,
you'll deny it all,
and try to make it go away.
All I want is the truth,
and if it hurts oh well,
it is better off then guessing,
till there is ice covering hell.
I trusted you before,
and I want to trust you again,
all you have to tell me is truth,
and that you won't do it again.
You need to learn you can't hide things from me,
eventually I will know,
I might forgive you this time,
depending on how it will go.
I will send you an e-mail,
asking only for the truth,
then I will tell you why,
I have been so mad at you.