Are We Lying to Ourselves, or Just Each Other?

May 3, 2011
By Anonymous

Lay down for a minute of borrowed passion

On this bed of crushed dreams

Don't worry about the consequences

Its only our hearts making pleas

Slide your hand along my face like you care

Cradle me tight, so I'll feel safe

Then take what you want and forget it

Love is what this has replaced

I don't want you, you don't want me

Letting go has never been so hard

And we keep this problem our dirty little secret

The blackmail, our get out of jail free card

This is just between you and me

And the repercussions between me and my heart

This has no affect on your mentality

But it's quickly tearing me apart.

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