Verity, Verity

Verity, Verity

For so long I tried.
I wanted to prove my love.
I received not one ounce of affection in return.
It never happened,
And it never will.
Admit that I'm right, dear.
Don't lie to me now.

All these many years
I've lived with suspicions,
Cagey looks,
Cryptic comments,
Your "I don't give a damn about you" face
Let's have it in the open.
Would you lie to me now?

I'm dying soon, a short timer.
"Not soon enough," you say?
No anguish from you.
It doesn't worry me much either.
When it's over, it's over.
Don't pretend you care.
Why lie to me now?

At one time, I wanted to say
"You'll be sorry when I'm gone."
But, of course, you won't.
A black Brooke Brothers suit,
A pair of cool Raybans,
Will hide you during the last eulogy.
You will think, "I don't have to lie now."

You might be surprised
When mourners cry for me.
While you were busy putting me down,
Others were building me up.
They slipped in between the cracks
of the wall of isolation you built for me.
I didn't breathe a word.
I wouldn't lie to you now.