If I had known
it would be the last time I would talk to you 
eye to eye
one to one
heart to heart

I probably would have been a lot more honest.

If I had known that ever after
my words would be handed down
twisted through dubious filters of ignorance and blame,
and fed back to me as proof of my guilt,

I definitely would have been more honest.

Don't you know,
I don't need more proof from you (or you); 
nothing is clearer to me.
But you are walking blinded, while I am crippled,
And you cannot see that I can see.
I have not the power to reach you.

I should have been less honest;
Truth requires ears and eyes.