To have thought that it's little I ask for
Riches and lavish gifts being immediate turn-offs
Ugly truths are more welcome than smooth lies
To face a fear easier than to be stabbed from behind
Honesty, my love, is all I ask for.
Time and experience have taught me otherwise
Ruining my idealistic approach to sharing lives
Ultimately, if truth be told,
To ask for pure honesty is to ask for too much
Half-truths are the most a guilty conscience allows.