what am i supposed to tell you?
that it'll all be ok????
don't you FUCKING
sit there and look at me...and tell me it will be ok...
because you're fooling yourself...and i sure as hell am not going to believe you.
i mean look at you....you there with your pretty little dress, and a fake
smile on your face
you tell yourself that...and then look me in the eye...
and tell me nothing that we had meant anything.
tell me that it was all a sin...
tell me that it was a mistake...
and then tell me you don't lie