Lies or Just a Disguise?

Thu, 05/15/2014 - 16:05 -- dinsern

As I lie here on my bed, I can't help but think of all the lies I've been fed.


Starting from when I was only two, all the way up my first "I love you".


But see where they've gotten me? Sometimes I think the opposite of truth is the key.


The key to my mind, the key to my heart. So when I think about it, why would I wanna go back and restart?


Those lies created my mind and opened my eyes. They were nothing more than the perfect disguise.


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