Are you willing to cry?
Are you willing to die?
Do you truly believe
that it will make this right?
If you don't believe
Why are you still standing here
By my side telling me
I'm doing right?
Because I don't need that.
I don't need you
telling me something you don't believe.
Yet, I can see it clearly for myself
Maybe I'll fall flat on my back
And wonder why no one was there
To catch me
When I thought someone would be
But at least it will make me strong
I'll stand and walk
Knowing I'm talking my walk
Because hypocrisy leads you no where