lets rewind to the fork in the paths
and take the path of fury,
down the road of wrath
and drown ourselves in the booze and the drugs
but those old memories still leavin us bugged
reconciliation seems like the best idea
but when you get there you can't believe what you're seein
you let go of all the anger and rage
let the sadness out of the diary page after page
you let them know how you got emotionally burnt
but in the process you end up feelin physical hurt
and you're left there trying you best not to cry
and its on the ground that you start to see love as a lie
a new persona has taken over the place
a scarf to hide the bruises
a dark scowl on your face
to ward others off from the pain,
you do something others would think is insane
you'd open a booth
let them know the whole ugly truth
but there's still one last bridge left to burn
and after that the last lesson is finally learned
they say the honesty just makes you a jerk
but in the end, you feel you gotta go with what works
so now there's only honest rage in the tank
but don't call it being honest, call it just bein Frank.