To be lying in lies.
You do not know the pain you give me.
You do not know.
You do not know the thoughts I have about you,
'cause they're not like I say they are.
You live a life of lies,
as do we all.
You want me to always be yours, deeply, it seems.
yet you do not want me to be with you as deep.
Until you do, I cannot be yours.
Until you do, I will not be yours.
and because of that, I do not have the heart for loving you.
I will not continue doing so, yet do not know how to stop.
It consumes me.
And I hate myself for it.
