Half-truth - Beady Belle

I can’t be worrying, worrying all the time about the truth

I have to worry 'bout the truth that can be lived with

The naked truth is undisguised and barefacedly ruthless

So I pick out the worries I can cope with

I can’t be facing the reality with my eyes skinned

The truth is meant to be refined, not taken raw

So don’t worry me with worries I have chosen to present

From my doorstep, every time I’d come and go

And that is the difference between

Losing your marbles, drinking the salty sea

Or swallowing the fresh water

From the streams

It’s a thin line between turquoise and green

Every moment has a different shade

I color my poor trail with tones in between

Cherishing illusions I made

With one leg in the future and the other in the past

I face the now that I am able to inhale

The truth I choose to speak of is the one I want to last

A partial half-truth, that’s allowing me to fail

And that is the difference between

Losing your marbles, drinking the salty sea

Or swallowing the fresh water

From the streams

It’s a thin line between turquoise and green

Every moment has a different shade

I color my poor trail with tones in between

Cherishing illusions I made