You swear you can see my halo under the sun light.

But I believe it hang on my horn.

Your presence doesn't have any influence over my will.

My feelings for you doesn't equal to the way your is for me.

Your touch are soft and gentle but doesn't mean much to me.

Your love embrace me in every way but I don't deserve it.

I waste my time on giving you something so false because I devour attention without considering you.

When you stare into my eyes you see my soul.

When I stare into yours I see right through you.

I can no longer watch as you take in something that not real and I can no longer watch myself as I continue my guilty ways.

I wonder if I told you the truth who would suffer more me or you?