He came home late last night
With a funny scent on his shirt
That did not smell right
I asked him about it
And he wanted to start a fight
Now if he wasn’t guilty of anything
He would not get angry
As if I caught him doing something
But I guess his conscience took over
To the point where he could not handle it anymore
I think he was afraid that his secret would be right out the door
So every word he was saying to me.......I ignore
Because there’s no doubt
That the truth always comes out.


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