Who Can Handle the Truth?

My lawyer came back today – the state denied his resignation
And said I’d be locked away if I didn’t share some information
I was reluctant of course – I’d been advised to keep my silence
And I thought of the remorse if I was denied eternal life since
I blabbed such a secret to save my own rear?
Forfeiting my chance to reunite with the one I hold most dear
But how would I regret with a mind that’s no longer there?
Should I spend my life locked up so that I might have a prayer
Of reuniting with someone who might not still be around
When it’s finally time for me to maybe get to live underground?
No guarantee that Nick won’t get tired of playing God and suddenly quit
Or that she won’t get sick of living without me and jump in a fiery pit
Oh, who am I kidding, years of what once seemed a unique
Sort of love can be forgotten in as little as a few weeks
There’s no way I’ll forget, but it should take a back seat
To things like getting off my butt and back on my feet
So she should be better off moving on, and so should I
A life awaiting death isn’t life, especially when I can try
To live the rest of my life and live it quite well
So as for my lawyer and my info, I decided to tell

I was willing to tell, but he was unwilling to hear
As I spoke about Hell, he showed a face full of fear
He said that the whole truth was too much for most to take
And should be avoided when possibly for his and my sake
For me it’s a ticket to the loony bin, for him a reputation ruiner
And if he argued the Satan angle he’d work again in law no sooner
Than when the Kansas City Royals win the Super Bowl
But winning this was still well within our control
According to him, since the burden of proof belongs
To those trying to convict me of committing wrongs