Leaking Through

You've been making a fool of me, haven't you You've been brutal and non self-aware Waiting for them to reach out to you To then say that it's not even there If theres something that you've got to do Your conscience is now leaking through Write what I think might be true A song could be what cures you Are you warping what's real into something new? Are you being honest with yourself? Am I pessimistic and do I show gratitude? Am I acting as though I'm someone else? If theres something that I've got to do My conscience is now leaking through Write what I think might be true A song could be what cures you Don't ask what's on my mind I'm telling you, telling you Don't ask what's on my mind Im telling you, telling you Don't ask what's on my mind Im telling you, telling you Don't ask what's on my mind One day I might sing it to you You've been making a fool of me haven't you Brutal and non self-aware Waiting for them to reach out to you To then say that its not even there If theres something that you've got to do Your conscience is now leaking through Write what I think might be true A song could be what cures you