Your puppy act.
That wonderful look on your face.
Only lies.
Hugs that feel like heaven.
Sometimes I wonder if it's all
just a lie.
I don't trust.
And sometimes I just don't care.
I've come to that point
where I'll look at you
and I can honestly turn away.
I don't have to be all lovey fucking dovey.
The truth will just all go down.
Sometimes I think,
how life would be like if we all say the truth?
So if I say,
I hate you, would you believe me?
No.
You wouldn't.
But I fucking mean it now.
And it's tainted on my heart somehow.
It doesn't go away.
I'm sorry,
but I just don't find you that friendly anymore.