True 作词：Robert Bochnik, Joseph Philip Doyle, Glen Hansard, Colm Macconiomaire
I find it so hard to be true And all these lies I'm telling you Are little anchors in my chest That pull us down into this mess
I find it easy to distract Just as soon as you turn your back I'll be gone again
I find it so hard to be true And all these secrets, I keep from you Are like a blackness in my heart That only tears us both apart
I find it easy to pretend That we're not heading for our end That's why I'm telling you
I built a wall, I cut you off Now there's no lies that's gonna fix this up I played the saint and a saint I ain't Now all the hurt is here again, here again
I find it so hard to be true But I'm gonna try my best for you And every distance that we've known Will disappear before too long
And every line we've ever drawn Will be erased before we're gone And this I swear to you
I built a wall, I cut you off Now there's no lie that's gonna fix this hurt I played the saint, I cursed your name Now there's no one but myself to blame, that you're gone
Could I have put it this way It's wishing only To see it's never too late I'm feeling it work for me
And every word that you say I got my heart out for you And only wish that you'd wait Till I was waving away
I know that I may have you There's no more fire left in me I'm breaking down all the walls You slowly built around me
Why do you ask for my trust When you're not worthy of it I find it hard to adjust Till I get it from me