This may be sick and twisted
but please don't judge me so quickly
but I rather live in a pool of lies than hear the truth from you
I would like to pretend that you really did love me
than the heartless soul you really were
believe that every kiss meant something
than just a cold metal touch that was your soul
that every time you smiled at me was real than rather a wicked smile
I would like to pretend that you didn't hit me when you're angry
that the bruises turn into feathers and the blood turns into wine
the pain that seeps in my body and the pleasure that racks my bones
I rather pretend that I lie to myself
than realize that you're just in my head
