Two years ago I lied to you, partly because I was unsure of myself, partly because I was not ready to tell you, partly because I knew how you'd react.
Two years later I told you the truth, partly because I hoped that you'd listen, partly because I hoped that you'd understand, partly because I just didn't know how to lie anymore.
I was wrong to lie. I was wrong to hope.
I can lie to you again and say the words that you want to hear. But what's the point, when I know you don't believe me and you know I don't mean it.
I can promise you anything. I can do anything to please you. But inside, it will never end.
I'd rather you hate me and find my own answers, than make a promise to you that I know I cannot keep.
I'm sorry.
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