I like to
make pretend
that what I do is
okay,
as long as
it's done to you.

I like to
think that
what I do
is justified
because
you lied.

So I
hide behind
silly disguises,
waiting for
the perfect timing.

I make
believe that
I'm hidden
in the dark
and that my
past is clean,
white stark.

But I guess
I don't know
that two wrongs
don't make a right
or that it's
not nice
to leave hole's
in heart's
of the like.