Friday, April 13, 2012

I lied about wanting you.

I wish there was a hint of want in me to tell you

That all of this is because I’m exhausted

Instead I rather see you fight the days you miss me

Because it makes me feel important

So, when you’re fed up and wiping tears away

Just remember that I was honest

If I told the truth about nothing else,

At least I was honest about being dishonest.

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