• Deny, Deny, Deny.
    That's all we've ever done.
    Could it be?
    That we've excepted what we really have?
    Perhaps.

    Do you feel what I feel?
    How when we touch, my whole body feels electric?
    Do you see what I see?
    When we're together?

    We're far too good.
    And even better at being bad.
    Such liars we are, yet we get away with it, each and every time.
    However to you, I'm so true.

    Maybe it's ridiculous to think.
    That you make me feel complete.
    Or more like my self.
    I never have to be fake around you.
    And I love it.
    Mainly though, I love you.
    And that my darling, is the truth.