There are two sides to a coin, two sides to a story.
Which one would you believe? The deceptive brain or the innocent ass? You know either one of them is lying. Which one would you put more weight on, when one is completely the opposite of the other?
Versions, they are changed, flipped, added, deducted, revised, manipulated, altered, covered, bared; all are different yet all are the same.
Just because one expressed his piece doesn’t make the other a liar. But who do you trust? We cannot really measure sincerity unless they confront each other. You need to have both ends meet, which is hardly possible if the two aren’t willing.
They are but reflections of their characters. I’m just glad that they’ve been able to share. I don’t have to assess nor do I have to dwell. I keep an open mind even if I don’t have to know. Since they chose to give in, I had to be polite and listen. I acknowledge their sentiments but I don’t have to react. I’m on the receiving end; one can’t do anything but just take it, unless you want to destroy respect.
So there are two versions, which one is it? Scoop my brain out, you’ll find it empty. Hold my heart, you’ll realize it’s ice. What is it then, either or neither? I say whichever.
Heads or tails, I go for nada.