You can be there with gleams of smiles on your face.
And be laughing out loud.
But you can’t trick me, you can’t lie to me because I know they’re all lies.
Lies to me and everyone else.
But then is it so important to lie to yourself?
That you actually care?
That you are who you say you are?
Often times I see you trying to look all cool and calm but deep within, your emotions I know tell something else.
You’re rapacious.
You lied to me, in my face, one only could tell.
You left me alone; now I feel like I'm in hell.
If only,
The questions raised about us had made me think for a second.
If only,
Had I looked at possibilities
If only,
Had I known it was staged
I wouldn’t have to pen these feelings down. Because they hurt. They really do.
