I guess you didn’t think I would figure it out
that you have always been insincere. You
didn’t have a change of heart as much as
you couldn’t keep up the character.
You brought into your secret world and
thought I should be flattered.
I felt things for you -real things- but you pushed
it all back into the realm of the imaginary.
I see who the players are now and maybe if you
didn’t have those 2 bromantic friends laughing with
you at everybody, you’d actually be in a real love
relationship. Who is gonna feel crushing loss when you die?
A guy who documents your every move or the
other guy who wants to make it with every girl born
2 decades before him?
Or how about the women who know what’s best for
and think your heart lies to you?
The truth is you lie to your heart.