I want to believe your stories
I wanna believe your lies
Because they cover up so well
All your alibis
I cover up myself
With the warm unscented perfume
But I know the smell is not my own
Another woman has belonged to you
Although he has never cheated
I can smell his tears
They reek of hate and hurting
But I never commence his fears
I gently touch his face
Knowing he is in pain
The more I seem to lose
The more he seems to gain
Maybe there is nothing left
But a simple good-bye
Maybe all our lives were just a lie
I am not writing this from experience
I truley have no clue
What is it is like to hear "I love you" and know it is not it is not true
These people are my parents
It seems they have always wanted more
But little things can always escape you hide them behind locked doors
