Boy With A Coin.
I know it's over, but I need to understand this. I need to turn it over, rip it apart, so I can recognize it the next time.
But I don't think you ever get to recognize it when you're wired this way. We never stood a chance against you. There are parts of us that never will, and those parts betray us, betray our heads and our reasoning.
I hate liars because I am one. I lie everyday, all day. Constantly. I tell myself I'm okay. I say it over and over again, hoping one day I would finally believe it.
Falling in love is like someone telling you you are okay. Over and over again.
I just want one question answered, because this is the most heinous. Why did you let me think you were the one when you knew I wasn't?