Who are you when the white-hot reality of the day shines down?When there is nowhere left to hide and I see who you are.How clever you are at hiding the truth.What is left of us now that I see you? Who are you when the shadows of deceit are stripped bare?When all the lies that you told come crashing down on me.How you managed to blind me with desire, love, and hope.What am I supposed to do now that I feel heartbroken and f...