You saw what you saw
Then you know what you heard
Trying to piece it all together
Replaying each and every word

What if its true
What if its all a lie
I know that words often mask true desire
Yet I cannot assume, and yet I did see
What else goes on behind closed doors
Alas, it is that which would torment me

What bedevilment is this?
What an unfortunate state of affairs
That words are vapors and mist
That pollute the very air