My mind wonders to you,
Your thoughts, your actions,
Untold stories, unbelievable lies,
For now, I would accept your lies,
Tell me all your prettiest lies,
Let it all out,
Maybe there’s truth within those lies,
Truth about you,
That I fail to understand, or to accept.
Maybe I couldn’t imagine someone being as broken as me,
The desire to be a rose for you but without the thorns,
Guess you couldn’t handle all those thorns,
Guess I just wanted to be loved,
Loved by you even if it is not true.
Tell me all your prettiest lies,
Tell me you love me even if it is a lie.
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