Lies...
Ever been used to them? You know, just listening to them, making the fabricator think you believe..? I have.. I know one when I hear one...I know but I say nothing. I allow you to duplicate your lies until you believe them. Until they become true. Until I believe too..
But what if the time runs out? And I don't succeed. And no matter how many times you tell me, you don't believe. And I look up to realize its still not true. And the Times run out, and my beauty too..
It'll never be, what I could see. Only the things, that left you with me. No I'm not number one. No I'm not the same. I'll never be the way, you envisioned things.
But throughout the pain, I never think to walk away. Not your fault, it's all on me. I allow this to be, so I can't help repeating, "please, just love ME..."
*Not that I don't think I'm good enough, sometimes I just don't think I am enough.*