this time, i don't blame you for pretending to be someone else with someone new.

my best friend. and i never ever got to meet his girlfriend once. for it is i who brings out the worst in him.

who's to say which is the real you? are we fated to pretend?

our true selves can be so frighteningly fucked up that no one can ever love us for who we really are.

no sleep tonight. the battle rages on. same old opponents, same battlefield, same reasons, same decisions.