Truth Be Told Matthew West Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Gone. Kaput. Over. Days ago. Like I already told you.” Nate’s mouth dropped open again, and he glanced back and forth between me and Matthew, his eyes widening. “Oh — oh shit. Really?” He let out a burst of laughter that shook him enough for coffee to spill down his arm again. “Fuck, ow. But really, you were telling the truth?” What the fuck was so funny? “Yes, I was telling the truth. Gods. I’m not actually a liar unless I have a good reason for it.”

Yes, please take one of my girls, they are like family, that's how I show you that I will pay you. Matthew stares at me but I don't hesitate about what he said. I know he lies a lot, and his girls are not interesting, I have investigated his bar before coming. Let it be because there is nothing funnier than believing that he has a chance against us, it's like feeding a small bird from one of its legs. He will fly as high as he wants, he will believe that is free, and then I will pull the rope down, the blow will be worse than before because there will be no escape when It is time.

Matthew quietly advised me. "I'll try." I blinked. "You don't have to try, you just need to be comfortable and be yourself around me." Matthew looked at me lovingly. "Promise me, we'll be honest with each other, okay?" He looked me right in the eye. I nodded then smiled brightly. Matthew smiled with satisfaction. “Not only promise me, you have to promise yourself.” I nodded, tears not being able to hold back but obeying. Matthew couldn't do anything else, he could only quietly wipe my face.

“You’re spiraling.” I was drunk, half a bottle of whiskey gone. “Leave me alone.” “No,” he said. “I’m not watching you burn the entire empire over one man.” “He’s not just one man,” I growled. “He’s the man. The only one I—” I choked on the words. Matteo sat across me. “Then do the hard thing. Tell him the truth. All of it.” I laughed bitterly. “You think he’ll listen?” “No,” he said bluntly. “But at least you won’t die with this guilt rotting you alive.”

Scoring Aaron West can surely not going to be that easy or easy at all. “You should have someone to give it to.” “I have no one and I wouldn’t—want to sell it either.” He was staring, just staring, not moving or speaking, just staring and I could not make out whatever he was thinking. Am I really doing this? Am I actually lying through my teeth without a single remorse? I bet I look ugly doing it. “I probably shouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have but Sarah said it was okay,” I add, thickening my lie.

Matthew timidly offered. “How, man?” “Simple. Just take a taxi and go home.” “Hmm… I like it.” Mike muttured, cheekily smiling while thinking about the escape. “No one will notice that we have disappeared into thin air.” “Do you want to leave Jo here? Did you forget about Julian?” “Fuck! Another asshole to worry about… Is this love that I'm feeling, Is this the love, that I've been searching for... Is this love or am I dreaming, Is this the love, that I've been searching for...” Matthew sang under his breath.

“Isn’t that music is all about. Communicating to others.” “It would have been better if everyone could just be honest in the first place.” Matthew says. “But this is not utopia. And somehow, we find other means to say what we want and what we mean when we can’t say it directly.” I tell him. “But we’ll be honest with each other, right?” Matthew says, looking at me deeply.

"But you have to know that you're the one I'm with now. You're the one I love, and nothing will change that." Matthew sighed, his anger slowly fading away. "I know, I know. It's just difficult sometimes. I don't want to lose you, and I fear that he might still have some hold over you." I could hear the vulnerability in Matthew's voice, and it softened my resolve. "Listen, I promise you that my feelings for Jonathan are in the past. He means nothing to me now, and I want to focus on our relationship. Can you please try to trust me on this?"

He shook his head, gazing in my direction, his face showing great disappointment in me. Sadie laughed at him. She flipped her long hair. “That’s absurd!” She raised her eyebrows, looked around the decoration. “What’s with your theme, by the way? Don’t tell me you still watch those silly movies. Grow up, Matt,” She shook her head at him, rolling her eyes as she glanced at me. “I miss Tara,” Matthew uttered in a low voice, shaking his head in disappointment. He took the guitar beside him, played, and sang “Wherever You Are.”