If the truth is significant, Why won’t they let me believe it? That is the defense And also the pretense Which causes every motion And poisons my devotion!
I cannot take it, I cannot leave it, either, So I will be always guessing Until at last I do recognize The lover behind the mask!
The mystery is never solved Though it has never been resolved With an adequate conclusion, The story is sworn, I know who has done it!
With each clue woven In my painful past A whispering note Was clearly attached!
Another story of my life Partially revealed But not yet fully clarified By my own destiny Until I am forever gone And my legacy left behind, It is a matter of time And the truth holding within!