In a new age of romance,
One never knows where to turn.
And in this room of broken souls,
I question which desire burns
Loneliness sits on my left,
Sleaziness hangs on my right.
One admits that they feel alone,
The other lies into the night.

And being caught in the middle,
I'm torn between which side to stick my flag.
And the further I cave into temptation,
My conscious begins to drag.
The left provides a conscious clean,
While feeling hollow, but remaining pure.
But at the cost of my own morality,
The right simply provides the cure.

The fence I reside on begins to crumble,
And a decision I must make.
Stay true to myself but feel dead inside,
Or mince some words and join the fake.
The greatest gift is the moment,
A present not to be soiled.
But while the nice ones sit and wait,
The ******* become spoiled.

I look in the mirror, and fake a smile,
And hope pretentiousness is worth the while.
Because if I'm lost, heed this at all cost
Courage is more noble than denial.