That feeling of abhoring bad perception rears its ugly head again
Those situations in which makes one thing look like something else
It seems as if the questioning will never end
The questioning of trust reintroduces itself

But there is no need for it or assumptions
I told the truth but it doesnt look good to the accusers, to them
Since when did the truth have to conform to their expectations?
Honesty is the best policy right? Yet it is being condemned

Hating those situations of miscommunication
And the overbearing feeling of anger because no one believes you and only God knows
They've taken your good, immaculate name and threw it to deception
Now we wait, for only time will show