Vesper Bell - Jury's Still Out Lyrics

It's been a long day, I'm finally headed to bed
I'm broken, I'm shattered, I'm filled with dread
I know I have to believe the shocking truth
I can't ignore the facts and proof, the pain's crippling me
I can't breathe, it's to unbearable to feel
I am falling apart as I fall asleep
I wish this nightmare wasn't real

By sunrise, denial has woken up inside me again
It shakes me awake, saying it must all be pretend
Maybe I was wrong all along
I've made shit up in my mind
It can't be true, I don't wanna believe it
So I won't, I'll push it away
I'll just start my morning with a warm cup of denial today

I'd be a f*cking good detective
Discovering every clue and shred of proof
I'd leave nothing uncovered or hidden
But I'd be both the damn defense and prosecution
Finding loopholes and excuses in the story that's written
But the jury's out, am I right or wrong
I'm imprisoned in my own confusion

Memories can be unreliable
They twist and warp with time
I'm not a strong eyewitness
And the only evidence is mine
But my body is goddamn sure
I feel cold hard facts on my own skin
Airtight proof I can't ignore anymore

Do I trust my mind and what I see
Or decide it's too blurry, it just can't be
Do I listen to my body screaming from the stalls
Throwing painful memories I know I've felt before

Is he innocent until proven guilty
Or do I stick my head in the sand and let him go free
Life could go back to how it was, it's easier in denial
I could take back my accusation, call a mistrial
But I can't, the memories will always lie within me
If the evidence is locked away, I'll never be free

I'd be a f*cking good detective
Discovering every clue and shred of proof
I'd leave nothing uncovered or hidden
But I'd be both a damn defense and prosecution
Finding loopholes and excuses in the story that's written
But the jury's out, am I right or wrong
I'm imprisoned in my own confusion

I'm so tired
It's been a long day debating with myself
My body's exhausted from fighting to be heard
But I didn't listen, decided it was too slurred

If the little girl inside me had her day in court
She'd hold her tiny hand on the Bible and speak nothing but the truth
Her words would be pure and undeniable
I should listen to that baby girl who's desperate to be heard
She deserves to have the final word