i love the way you lie.

i love you has eight letters but so does bullshit.

every word you said,
every thing you did,
every kiss,
every hug,
every smile
was a lie.

but what it could of been; you're that maybe i'll hold onto, the chance that if something has just gone differently maybe my life would of changed. It's never going to happen, but i cling to that shed of hope that maybe if i could go back and change things, it would all somehow be better. infact i think we all have that one moment we wish we had of said yes instead of no or turned away and never looked back instead of staying and just thinking: maybe things will change.hope and denial seem to co-inside with eachother, your waiting for a miracle to save you when if its a miracle your hopeing for isnt that just dumb? arent miracles there because they just dont happen that often. but whats fate?


just going to stand there and watch me burn, but thats alright because i like the way it hurts
just going to stand there and watch me cry but thats alright because i love the way you lie; i love the way you lie.