Too Weak To Face The Truth

How Can I Fall

Give me time to care
The moments here for us to share
Still my heart is not always there
What more can I say to you

Could I lie to you?
I'm just too weak to face the truth
Now I know I should make a move
What more can I say

How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all

When all faith is gone
I fight myself to carry on
Yet I know of the harm I do
What more can I say to you

Now I hold this line
I know the choice to leave is mine
I can't help what I feel inside
What more can I say

How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all

I'll follow through, I'll see I do
When the time is more right for you
I'll make that move, and when I do
Will I doubt again, the way I do

How can I fall, how can I fall
When you just won't give me reasons
When you just won't give me reasons at all

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Speaking is the 'bubble of denial.' I need to exercise my prerogative, to humor the ridiculous, go out on a limb or remain the pious by holding out and risk persecution. So be it.

I can't validate the guilty pleasure, hang-up or self-indulgence, but I can rationalise being a willing slave to its pressure or condescend to acquiesce to avoid real suffering, even garner sympathy for my righteous sacrifice or implied martyrdom.

Thus, I can step it up or hang out, submit to the charade, or sacrifice to what end?

But it's the inevitably lame justification that prompts posturing, or playing victim, dumb or innocent.

Today I can take it, fake it, quit kidding myself, or put an end to tempting resistance and just grin and bear it.