Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
I look at you, and I wonder. You are so rich, so new. That no matter how hard I try, I still won't be good enough for the rest of the world. If I'm not good enough for me, then how could I ever be good enough for them? Stupid and held back by my own insecurity.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
It's a battle within -- Do I want, or am I too afraid to be who I always thought that I wanted to be? I don't know anymore. Feeling helpless because of weakness that I know that I can fight. I want to win but failing would break me so badly.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
To end my mindless babbling. I never have anything good to say and I am so tired of speaking that I have become silent. I own no one any explanation. I have no sense of self. I know what I do not want to be but I have nothing to replace it with......too many feelings a myriad of images, a plethora of ideas.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
Love does not exist in a world where liking is touch, unrestricted,and words are garbled by tongues that are not used to speaking. To know such intense comfort of hope and be pulled away is like ripping away your lungs after a life of breathing ( With out a death to save you from this new pain )
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This post was originally known as "Please lie to me" from my deviantART account ( http://beracahvalley.deviantart.com ) It was written sometime back but still it is how I feel perfectly well at times when my blue infinity seeps from me.
I look at you, and I wonder. You are so rich, so new. That no matter how hard I try, I still won't be good enough for the rest of the world. If I'm not good enough for me, then how could I ever be good enough for them? Stupid and held back by my own insecurity.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
It's a battle within -- Do I want, or am I too afraid to be who I always thought that I wanted to be? I don't know anymore. Feeling helpless because of weakness that I know that I can fight. I want to win but failing would break me so badly.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
To end my mindless babbling. I never have anything good to say and I am so tired of speaking that I have become silent. I own no one any explanation. I have no sense of self. I know what I do not want to be but I have nothing to replace it with......too many feelings a myriad of images, a plethora of ideas.
Please -- lie to me, just one little falsehood and tell me that I am not just what I am.
Love does not exist in a world where liking is touch, unrestricted,and words are garbled by tongues that are not used to speaking. To know such intense comfort of hope and be pulled away is like ripping away your lungs after a life of breathing ( With out a death to save you from this new pain )
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This post was originally known as "Please lie to me" from my deviantART account ( http://beracahvalley.deviantart.com ) It was written sometime back but still it is how I feel perfectly well at times when my blue infinity seeps from me.
